“Quick! How much money have you taken?”
Justine refused to answer; and Piers said, “I give you two minutes. Then I shall send for a constable.”
“And Miss Vyner’s wedding will be put off.”
“For your crime? Oh, no! Miss Vyner’s wedding is far beyond your interference. She will have nothing to do with this affair. I shall prosecute you. You have my ring. Will you give it to me, or to a constable?”
“I did not take the ring.”
“It is in your possession. I will send now for an officer.” He rose to touch the bell-rope, keeping his eyes on the woman all the time; and she darted forward and arrested his hand.
“I will do what you wish,” she said.
“How much money have you taken from Miss Vyner?”
“Eight hundred and ninety pounds.”
“Where is it?”