Chapter 11
Finally, Meyer conceded the logic of my argument, muttered a gruff apology of sorts, and permitted me to stay. I left him brooding in the Rose Room, staring distractedly out the window.
I was relieved to be able to continue with my assignment and gratified to have found Miss Joubert's opal. However, several questions remained. Who had stolen it? When was it replaced? And, more importantly, would someone try again, with another lady's jewels?
If the opal had not turned up, I would have suspected the cleaning staff. How easy it would have been for someone to come upon it wrapped inside a napkin and then slip it into a pocket.
But with the opal returned, the field of suspects had thinned. The maids and wait staff did not sleep in. True, they were here early to cook and lay tabl
