And yet I don't think it is an alias--at least, if it is, not an alias for any one we have any record of.

I've a good eye for faces, and there isn't one we have on file as--as good looking," she added, perhaps with a little touch of wistfulness at her own plainness and this beauty gone wrong.
"This is the woman who lost the ring," put in the other woman detective, motioning to Constance, who had accompanied her and was standing, a silent spectator.
The man held up the ring, which Constance had already recognized.
"Is that yours ?" he asked.
For a moment, strangely, she hesitated.

If it had been any other ring in the world she felt sure that she would have said no.

But, then, she reflected, there was that pile of stuff.

There was no use in concealing her ownership of the ring.