You've got to bring it me." Mary said nothing, only her wide eyes filled with tears.
"There's something in your mother's drawing-room.

You know in that little table with the glass top where there are the little gold boxes with the silver crosses and things.

There's a ring there--a gold one with a red stone--very pretty.

I want it." Mary drew a long, deep breath.

Her fat legs in the tight, black stockings were shaking.
"You can go in when no one sees.