"I picked it up in the kitchen downstairs.
It's a pretty red and yaller thing, but of no value, miss, so I don't s'pose you'll take it orf me." Paying no attention to this whimpering, Diana twitched the ribbon out of the old woman's hands and examined it.

It was a broad yellow ribbon of rich silk, spotted with red--very noticeably and evidently of foreign manufacture.
"It is the same!" cried Diana, greatly excited.

"Mr.Denzil, I bought this ribbon myself in Florence!" "Well," said Lucian, wondering at her excitement, "and what does that prove ?" "This: that a stiletto which my father bought in Florence, at the same time, has been used to kill him! I tied this ribbon myself round the handle of the stiletto!".