The story
“The Crogmere ruby has disappeared. The New York police receive word from England that a thief supposed to have escaped is on board a certain transatlantic liner, and that Inspector Bolton, of Scotland Yard, also is aboard. The captain of the police meets the boat. When he asks for Inspector Bolton, a tall personage, the veritable impersonation of Sherlock Holmes, presents himself and shows credentials from Scotland Yard. He then points out to the New York authority a certain Mr. Morrison who, he declares, is the jewel thief. Mr. Morrison’s stateroom is searched, and the gem is found in a cake of soap. He is arrested. A young woman interferes. She asks to see the ruby. Miss Maye looks at the stone and cooly announces, ‘It is glass.’ She then points to the pipe in the mouth of the Sherlock Holmes individual. ‘It is the first time since we left the other side,’ she whispers to the captain, ‘that the man’s pipe has not been lit.’ The next instant she has seized the pipe and emptied the bowl. Out falls the tobacco—and the authentic ruby. ‘You’re a bright girl, and you ought to be on the force yourself,’ says the admiring captain. ‘I am on the force,’ she answers demurely. ‘I’m Inspector Bolton, of Scotland Yard. I’ve been watching this fake, who stole my name, all the way over.’”
Summary from Reel Life · 14 August 1915
