He neither spoke nor moved.
Charles left him, and came towards us, and he and the inspector spoke apart for a moment, and then the latter dropped on his knees beside the dead woman, and, after looking carefully at a dark stain on one of the wrists, turned back the sleeve.

Crushed deep into the round white arm gleamed something bright.

It was an emerald bracelet which we both knew.
Charles cast a hasty glance at Ralph, but he had not moved, and he drew me beside him, so as to interpose our two figures between him and the inspector.

The latter quietly turned down the sleeve and recomposed the arm.
"I knew she would have them on her, if she had them at all," he said, in a low voice.

"We need look no farther at present.