"On the fourteenth."
"Oh, that will be all right. These things take a long time to mature. By the way, Ruth, I shouldn't take those rubies abroad if I were you. Leave them at the bank."
Mrs. Kettering nodded.
"We don't want to have you robbed and murdered for the sake of 'Heart of Fire,'" said the millionaire jocosely.
"And yet you carried it about in your pocket loose," retorted his daughter, smiling.
"Yes—"
Something, some hesitation, caught her attention.
"What is it, Dad?"
"Nothing." He smiled. "Thinking of a little adventure of mine in Paris."
"An adventure?"