Part 52 (1/2)

”'Listen!' she said. 'I have a long story to tell you; come nearer, close to me. You say you love me?'

”I bent and kissed her.

”'Then I shall put you to the proof,' she murmured.

”'Prove me!'

”'Listen. That cat is the same cat that ran out of the apartment in the Waldorf when your great-aunt ceased to exist--in human shape. My father and myself, having received word from the Mahatmas of the Trust Company, sheltered and cherished the cat. We were ordered by the Mahatmas to convert you. The task was appalling--but there is no such thing as refusing a command, and we laid our plans. That man with a white spot in his hair was my father--'

”'What! Your father is bald.'

”'He wore a wig then. The white spot came from dropping chemicals on the wig while experimenting with a substance which you could not comprehend.'

”'Then--then that clew was useless; but who could have taken the Crimson Diamond? And who was the man with the white spot on his head who tried to sell the stone in Paris?'

”'That was my father.'

”'He--he--st--took the Crimson Diamond!' I cried, aghast.

”'Yes and no. That was only a paste stone that he had in Paris. It was to draw you over here. He had the real Crimson Diamond also.'

”'Your father?'

”'Yes. He has it in the next room now. Can you not see how it disappeared, Harold? Why, the cat swallowed it!'

”'Do you mean to say that the white tabby swallowed the Crimson Diamond?'

”'By mistake. She tried to get it out of the velvet bag, and, as the bag was also full of catnip, she could not resist a mouthful, and unfortunately just then you broke in the door and so startled the cat that she swallowed the Crimson Diamond.'

”There was a painful pause. At last I said:

”'Wilhelmina, as you are able to vanish, I suppose you also are able to converse with cats.'

”'I am,' she replied, trying to keep back the tears of mortification.

”'And that cat told you this?'

”'She did.'

”'And my Crimson Diamond is inside that cat?'

”'It is.'

”'Then,' said I, firmly, 'I am going to chloroform the cat.'

”'Harold!' she cried, in terror, 'that cat is your great-aunt!'

”I don't know to this day how I stood the shock of that announcement, or how I managed to listen while Wilhelmina tried to explain the transmigration theory, but it was all Chinese to me. I only knew that I was a blood relation of a cat, and the thought nearly drove me mad.