"It belonged to him," she continued. "He had bought it for me, or, rather, had had the diamond reset for me—it had been his mother's. Only the day before, he had tried to put it on my finger in a meeting we had in the woods back of his aunt's house. But I refused to allow him. The prospect ahead was too dismal and unrelenting for us to betroth ourselves, whatever our hopes or wishes might be."
"You—you had a meeting with this man in the woods the day before his aunt was assaulted," echoed Mr. Orcutt, turning upon her with an amazement that swallowed up his wrath.
"Yes."
"And he afterward visited her house?"
"Yes."
"And dropped that ring there?"
"Yes."
Starting slowly, as if the thoughts roused by this short statement of facts were such as demanded instant consideration, Mr. Orcutt walked to the other side of the room, where he paced up and down in silence for some minutes. When he returned it was the lawyer instead of the lover who stood before her.
"Then, it was the simple fact of finding this gentleman's ring on the floor of Mrs. Clemmens' dining-room that makes you consider him the murderer of his aunt?" he asked, with a tinge of something like irony in his tone.
"No," she breathed rather than answered. "That was a proof, of course, that he had been there, but I should never have thought of it as an evidence of guilt if the woman herself had not uttered, in our hearing that tell-tale exclamation of 'Ring and Hand,' and if, in the talk I held with Mr. Mansell the day before, he had not betrayed—— Why do you stop me?" she whispered.