"Where do you live?"

There was another slight hesitation. Then came the answer:

"No.--Madison Avenue."

Now Madison Avenue is a fashionable street, and the name produced an
impression on the first clerk.

"I think the pearls belong to the lady," he whispered.

"I have some further questions to ask," returned the elder salesman,
in a low voice.

"Do you know this boy whom you charge with stealing your property?"

"Yes," answered the lady, to Grant's exceeding surprise; "he is a
poor boy whom I have employed to do errands."

"Has he had the run of your house?"

"Yes, that's the way of it. He must have managed to find his way to
the second floor, and opened the bureau drawer where I kept the
pearls."

"What have you to say to this?" asked the elder salesman.

"Please ask the lady my name," suggested Grant.