to know. I wanted her to see what I had been through—what I was risking to clear myself and restore her jewels.
But second thoughts prevented this. I knew that the tale would prove too much for her. I was unwilling to expose her to the shock. More than that, if Edith had known that I was holding stolen gems as security for the return of her jewels she would never have permitted it. So I said:
"I can't tell you anything just yet, Edith. All I can say is that Miss Dalghren's pearls were stolen, as you supposed, to drive me back to the old life. The theft of yours was different. The same person who had been detailed to do the first job for somebody else, came back and did the second on his own account. But the hand is not yet played out. Give me a little more time."
Soon after that I left her and went out of the house. Half-way across the garden I saw the gate open and Miss Dalghren came in. Her colour changed on seeing me and for the moment she seemed uncertain as to how she should act. Then she came forward quickly.
"Mr. Clamart," said she, "may I speak a few words to you?"
"Certainly, Miss Dalghren," I answered.
"Then come over here," said she, and led the way to the summer-house. Inside the vine-covered bower she motioned me to sit opposite.
"Mr. Clamart," said she, fastening her vivid, blue eyes on mine. "First of all I want to thank you for the recovery of my pearls."
I bowed.
