I've got it here." She paused almost in spite of herself.

His voice was pitched very low.

He spoke to her as if he were speaking to a frightened child.

And he smiled at her with the words--a frank and kindly smile.
"You--you found it!" she stammered.
"Yes, I found it, Miss Burton." He lingered over the name half unconsciously, and a poignant stab of memory went through her.

So had he uttered it on that day so long, so long ago! "I knew it was yours.