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Page 34 After Sylvia Ruston leaves, you sit at your desk wondering how you can possibly help her. If you take the case, you’ll hardly be able to call up Grimstone and ask if you can search in a closet in his attic. If you were to tell him what you are looking for, the diamonds would surely vanish by the time you got there. You tilt back, feet on your desk, eyes closed. A loud knocking interrupts your thoughts. Opening the door, you find a rather short, stocky man. His oily graying hair is slicked back over his head. A close shaven mustache looks like a line of greasepaint over his thin, almost nonexistent, upper lip. “I’m Howard Grimstone. I’ve heard you’re a private detective- and I need your help!” You try to hide your astonishment. “Well, please come in.” you motion to the same old couch Sylvia Ruston so recently vacated. “What’s your problem?” Turn to page 27