I pushed the matter to a conclusion.

"He was ill the other day--he has heart trouble.

It was necessary for me to open the clothes about his neck.

On his breast I saw a little ivory portrait of a woman's head." "A woman's head," she repeated absently, and her fingers idly toyed with a jingling ornament in her belt.

In an idle moment I had sketched the head, as I remembered it, on a sheet of paper, and now I took it from my pocket and handed it to her.