Lydia snatched off her hat, rumpled her hair with both hands as Evans began to undo her blouse. She unfastened the cuff, and then looked up with pale startled eyes.
"Your bracelet, miss?"
"Bracelet?" For a second Lydia had really forgotten it.
"The little diamond bracelet. You were wearing it this afternoon."
Something panic-stricken and excited in the girl's tone annoyed Lydia.
"I must have dropped it," she said.
The maid gave a little cry as if she herself had suffered a loss.
"Oh, to lose a valuable bracelet like that!"
"If I don't mind I don't see why you should, Evans."