A strangely-cut silhouette they formed there upon the housetops, with a background of empty sky, their feet sinking in the warm leads.
"I think I had better take it," he said.

"Let go." Her fingers yielded the bracelet--a tawdry, ill-designed affair of rubies and diamonds.

He looked at it disapprovingly.
"That's an ugly thing to go to prison for," he remarked, slipping it into his pocket.

"It was a stupid thing to do, anyhow, you know.

You couldn't have got away with it--unless," he added, looking over the parapet as though struck with a sudden idea, "unless you had a confederate below." He heard the rush of her skirts and he was only just in time.