"The Yard has had sheaves of replies, Mary," she said gaily, "and the chief still thinks I am a complete fool."
"Why, what has happened?"
"Only this, that the art museum at Budapest has now in its possession a set of eight miniatures by Engleheart; but the authorities did not think that the first notices from Scotland Yard could possibly refer to these, as they had been purchased from a private source a little over two years ago."
"But two years ago the Frewin miniatures were still at Blatchley House, and Mr. Frewin was fingering them daily," I said, not understanding, and wondering what she was driving at.
"I know that," she said gaily, "so does the chief. That is why he thinks that I am a first-class idiot."
"But what do you wish to do now?"
"Go to Brighton, Mary, take you with me
