Betty added in a hot scorn:
"Then when he had learnt it all up by heart he puts it back secretly in the bookshelf and accuses us."
"But he admits he put it back," said Jim slowly.
Betty was startled.
"When did he admit it?"
"Last night. To me," replied Jim, and Betty laughed bitterly. She would hear no good of Hanaud.
"Yes, now that he has something better to go upon."
"Something better?"
"The disappearance of my necklace. Oh, Jim, Ann has got to go. If she could get to England they couldn't bring her back, could they? They haven't evidence enough. It's only suspicion and suspicion and suspicion. But here in France it's different, isn't it? They can hold people on suspicion, keep them shut up by themselves and question them again and again. Oh, yesterday afternoon in the hall—don't you remember, Jim?—I thought Hanaud was going to arrest her there and then."
Jim Frobisher nodded.