“Nothing whatever—­for some months.  They seemed quite of a different sort.  But scarcely more than a month ago I met Mrs. Armitage at Brighton, and we talked, among other things, of the previous robbery—­that of Mrs. Heath’s bracelet.  I described the circumstances pretty minutely, and, when I mentioned the match found on the table, she said:  ’How strange!  Why, my thief left a match on the dressing-table when he took my poor little brooch!’”

Hewitt nodded.  “Yes,” he said.  “A spent match, of course?”

“Yes, of course, a spent match.  She noticed it lying close by the pin-cushion, but threw it away without mentioning the circumstance.  Still, it seemed rather curious to me that a match should be lit and dropped, in each case, on the dressing-cover an inch from where the article was taken.  I mentioned it to Lloyd when I got back, and he agreed that it seemed significant.”

“Scarcely,” said Hewitt, shaking his head.  “Scarcely, so far, to be called significant, although worth following up.  Everybody uses matches in the dark, you know.”

“Well, at any rate, the coincidence appealed to me so far that it struck me it might be worth while to describe the brooch to the police in order that they could trace it if it had been pawned.  They had tried that, of course, over the bracelet without any result, but I fancied the shot might be worth making, and might possibly lead us on the track of the more serious robbery.”

“Quite so.  It was the right thing to do.  Well?”

“Well, they found it.  A woman had pawned it in London—­at a shop in Chelsea.  But that was some time before, and the pawnbroker had clean forgotten all about the woman’s appearance.  The name and address she gave were false.  So that was the end of that business.”

“Had any of the servants left you between the time the brooch was lost and the date of the pawn ticket?”

“No.”

“Were all your servants at home on the day the brooch was pawned?”

“Oh, yes!  I made that inquiry myself.”

“Very good!  What next?”

“Yesterday—­and this is what made me send for you.  My late wife’s sister came here last Tuesday, and we gave her the room from which Mrs. Heath lost her bracelet.  She had with her a very old-fashioned brooch, containing a miniature of her father, and set in front with three very fine brilliants and a few smaller stones.  Here we are, though, at the Croft.  I’ll tell you the rest indoors.”

Hewitt laid his hand on the baronet’s arm.  “Don’t pull up, Sir James,” he said.  “Drive a little farther.  I should like to have a general idea of the whole case before we go in.”