You must be home again before dinner.

Here's the opal." She took it from around her neck.
"Crawfords?
Fine!" Killigrew slipped the gem into his wallet.

"I'll bring them back on the yacht if you'll take the trouble to phone them to meet me at the club pier." "I'll do so at once.

Good-by! Mind the street-crossing," she added, mimicking her mother's voice.
"I'll be careful," he laughed, stepping into the launch which immediately swung away toward the beautiful yacht, dazzling white in the early morning sunshine.
Kitty waved her handkerchief, turned and walked slowly back to the villa.

Who had passed her in the upper hall?
And on what errand?
Neither Thomas nor Lord Monckton, for she had left them on the veranda.
Perhaps she was worrying unnecessarily.