He stood and gazed silently down upon her.

The one electric light showed her an odd, dry smile on Mr.Pyecroft's face.
"What is it ?" Mrs.De Peyster asked in fear.
"Really, Angelica, you're not half so clever as I believed you." "What is it ?" she repeated huskily.
"This pearl." And from a pocket he drew out the pendant he had appropriated the night before in Mrs.Gilbert's boarding-house.
"I thought we ought to be prepared with more cash in hand for our get-away when we decide to make it.

So an hour ago I slipped out the back way, and made for a safe pawnbroker I know of.

Angelica, you're easy.

This pearl is nothing but imitation.