There is no bridge on that side of the house, and this window opens on the garden.

Don't you remember ?" "I remember now." "I thought you would." "Still----" Musard broke off abruptly, and walked away from the window.
Near the window stood the dressing-table.

The swing oval mirror reflected its contents--ivory brushes, silver hand mirrors, all the costly bijoutry of a refined woman's toilet.

Among them stood Violet's silver jewel-case.

Musard strode over and examined the case.