Part 15 (2/2)
”Ah! Queen Alma's bracelet is so well known to the Costello--how shall I say? Yes, yes, yes!” cried the man, with rather graceful gestures.
”And when Beeg Jeem tell me she is lost--”
”All right. Describe it,” put in Neale.
Agnes suddenly tugged at Neale's sleeve. Her pretty face was aflame with excitement.
”Oh, Neale!” she interposed in a whisper. ”Even if he can describe it exactly we do not know that he is the real owner.”
”Shucks! That's right,” agreed the boy.
He turned to Costello again demanding:
”How can you prove that this bracelet--if it is the one you think it is--belongs to you?”
”She belong to the Costello family. It is an heirloom. I tell it you.”
”That's all right. But you've got to prove it. Even if you describe the thing that only proves that you have seen it, or heard it described yourself. It might be so, you know, Mr. Costello. You must give us some evidence of owners.h.i.+p.”
”Queen Alma's bracelet--” began Costello.
The junkman made a despairing gesture with wide-spread arms.
”Me? How can I tell you, sir, and the honest Kenway? It has always belong to the Costello. Yes, yes, yes! That so-ancient bracelet, Beeg Jeem have no right to it.”
”But he was the one who lost it!” exclaimed Neale, being quite confident now of the ident.i.ty of ”Beeg Jeem.”
”Yes, yes, yes! So he say. I no believe. Then I see the reading here in the pape', of the honest Kenway”--tap, tap, tapping once more of the forefinger--”and I see it must be so. I--”
”Hold on!” exclaimed Neale. ”You did not lose the bracelet. This other fellow did. You bring him here and let him prove owners.h.i.+p.”
”No, no!” raved Costello, shaking both clenched hands above his head.
”He shall not have it. It is mine. I am _the_ Costello. Queen Alma, she give it to the great, great, great gran'mudder of _my_ great, great, great--”
”Shucks!” e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Neale. ”Now you are going too deep into the family records for me. I can't follow you. It looks to me like a case for the courts to settle.”
”Oh, Neale!” gasped Agnes.
”Why, Aggie, we'd get into hot water if we let this fellow, or any of those other Gypsies, have the bracelet offhand. If this chap wants it, he will have to see Mr. Howbridge.”
”Oh, yes!” murmured the girl with sudden relief in her voice. ”We can tell Mr. Howbridge.”
”Guess we'll have to,” agreed Neale. ”We certainly have bit off more than we can chew, Aggie. I'll say we have. I guess maybe we'd have been wiser if we had told your guardian about the old bracelet before advertising it. And Ruth has nothing on us, at that! She did not tell him.
”We're likely,” concluded Neale, with a side glance at the swarthy man, ”to have a dozen worse than this one come here to bother us. We surely did start something when we had that ad. printed, Aggie.”
CHAPTER XIII--OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY
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