CHAPTER XLV.
THE SAPPHIRE.
One morning, as Mary sat at her piano, Mewks was shown into the room.
He brought the request from his master that she would go to him; he wanted particularly to see her.

She did not much like it, neither did she hesitate.
She was shown into the room Mr.Redmain called his study, which communicated by a dressing-room with his bedroom.

He was seated, evidently waiting for her.
"Ah, Miss Marston!" he said; "I have a piece of good news for you--so good that I thought I should like to give it you myself." "You are very kind, sir," Mary answered.
"There!" he went on, holding out what she saw at once was the lost ring.
"I am so glad!" she said, and took it in her hand.

"Where was it found ?" "There's the point!" he returned.

"That is just why I sent for you! Can you suggest any explanation of the fact that it was found, after all, in a corner of my wife's jewel-box?
Who searched the box last ?" "I do not know, sir." "Did you search it ?" "No, sir.