"Put it together again," she cried; "put it together quickly."
"What is the matter?" said Glendenning, looking up at her. She was standing two or three steps above him; Glendenning was at the bottom of the stair; young Howard stood on the same step as Mrs. Tremain, and I was a step or two above them.
"Put it together," cried Mrs. Tremain again.
"I am trying to," said Glendenning, "is there a spring somewhere?"
"Oh, I cannot tell you," she answered, nervously clasping and unclasping her hands; "but if you do not put it together without help, that means very great ill-luck for both you and me."
"Does it?" said Glendenning, looking up at her with a peculiar glance, quite ignoring our presence.
"Yes, it does," she said; "try your best to put that ring together as you found it." It was quite evident that Mrs. Tremain had all the superstition of Mexico.
Glendenning fumbled with the ring one way and another, and finally said, "I cannot put it together."
"Let me try," said young Howard.
"No, no, that will do no good." Saying which Mrs. Tremain snatched the links from Glendenning, slipped them into one ring again, put it on her fin-
