HARVEY. No, you haven't, you haven't!
MRS. WESTERN. Besides, a bracelet like that! [She holds it up. To MISS
FARREN.] You won't confess? Very well, then. I'll send for a policeman.
HARVEY. [Doggedly.] The bracelet is hers.
MRS. WESTERN. [Jeeringly.] Turquoise and emeralds! Hers! A coincidence, perhaps. Very likely. I'll give her in charge at once.
HARVEY. The bracelet is hers, I tell you.
MRS. WESTERN. [Turning furiously on him.] You dare to say that?
HARVEY. [Steadily.] Yes. Because I myself—gave it to her.
[There is a moment's almost stupefied silence; HARVEY and
ALICE are face to face. MISS FARREN to the left of her, MRS.
BANKET is still at the back, the JUDGE by the fire. MRS.
WESTERN breaks the silence.
MRS. WESTERN. [Sternly.] You—gave—it—her?
HARVEY. [Steadily.] Yes.