I took it up and looked at it closely; then I examined the necklace itself.

Marie's eyes followed my every motion.
"You like these trinkets ?" I asked.
"Yes," said she, in that tone in which "yes" is stronger than a thousand words of rapture; and the depths of her eyes caught fire from the stones, and gleamed.
"But you know nothing about them," I pursued composedly.
"I suppose they are valuable," said she, making an effort after _nonchalance_.
"They have some value," I conceded, smiling.

"But I mean about their history." "They are bought, I suppose--bought and sold." "I happen to know just a little about such things.

In fact, I have a book at home in which there is a picture of this necklace.

It is known as the Cardinal's Necklace.