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“Nile is new word to me,” the Japanese complained.

“Yes—and I have no time for geography lesson now,” sighed Chan. “Bring me all photographs in room mounted on cardboard colored green. If none such is in portfolio, search elsewhere. Now be off. The portrait of a gentleman, remember. If you return with pretty picture of Fujiyama I will personally escort you back to private life.”

Kashimo sped across the lawn, and Charlie again entered the pavilion. Anna was standing in the center of the room.

“You made investigation?” he inquired.

“I did,” she said. “The pin that fastened the flowers is nowhere about.”

“A matter already known to me,” he nodded. “Otherwise the ornamental equipment is complete?”

“No,” she replied. “It isn’t.”

He regarded her with sudden interest. “Something is missing?”

“Yes—an emerald ring—a large emerald that Miss Fane usually wore on her right hand. She told me once that it represented quite a bit of money. And—it has disappeared.”