I left the goose with Maudsley, ran to my sister's house,
and went into the back garden. There were no geese there.
'Where are they all, Maggie?' I said.
'In Mr Breckinridge's shop, in Covent Garden.'
'Were there two birds with black tails?' I asked.
'Yes, there were, James: she said. 'And to my eyes one
was no different from the other.'
I understood it all then. The diamond was inside the other
goose with the black tail. And that goose was now in Mr
Breckinridge's shop. I ran to Covent Garden at once and
went to Breckinridge's. But the geese weren't in his shop,
and when I asked about them he told me: 'I sold them all at
once.'