"My own good!" repeated Rona witheringly. "Yours, you mean. Oh yes, it's all very fine for you, no doubt! You're to get off scot free."
"I? What are you talking about?"
"Don't pretend you don't understand. You atrocious sneak and hypocrite—you took the pendant yourself!"
If she had been accused of purloining the Crown jewels from the Tower of London, Ulyth could not have been more astonished.
"I——!" she stammered. "I——!"
"Yes, you, and you know it. I saw you."
"You couldn't!"
"But I did, or as good as saw you. Who came into our room last night, I should like to know, when Miss Lodge had sent me to bed, and slipped something into one of the blouses hanging behind the door? I'd forgotten by the morning, but I remembered when the pendant came jerking out of my pocket."
"Certainly I didn't put it there!"
"But you did. You came into the room, took off your outdoor coat, and threw it on your bed. I got up, afterwards, and hung it up in your wardrobe for you. Irene told me how you'd joined the cake club. She said you had the password quite pat."