"Yes, but the funny part of it is that the watch wasn't going last
night, when I planned to start work on it. I forget just why I didn't
do it," and Darcy seemed a bit confused, a point not lost sight of by
Carroll. "I guess it must have been because I couldn't see well with
the electric light on my work table," went on the jewelry worker.
"I've got to get that fixed. Anyhow I didn't do anything to the
Indian's watch more than look at it, and I made up my mind to rise
early and hurry it through. So I didn't even wind it. I can't
understand what makes it go, unless some one got in and wound it--and
they wouldn't do that."

"Whose watch is it?" asked Thong.

"It belongs to Singa Phut."

"Singa Phut!" ejaculated Carroll. "Crimps, what a name! Who belongs
to it?"

"Singa Phut is an East Indian," explained Darcy. "He has a curio store
down on Water Street. We have bought some odd things from him for our
customers, queer bead necklaces and the like. He left the watch with
my cousin, who told me to repair it. It needed a new case-spring and
some of the screws were loose."

"How did Mrs. Darcy come to have the watch in her hand?" Carroll
demanded.

"That I couldn't say."