His eye lightened. I presume the prospect of making any practical attempt in my behalf was welcome.
“One thing more,” I now added. “My ring was missing from Miss Cumberland’s hand when I took away those pillows. I have reason to think—or it is natural for me to think—that she planned to return it to me by some messenger or in some letter. Do you know if such messenger or such letter has been received at my apartments? Have you heard anything about this ring? It was a notable one and not to be confounded with any other. Any one who knew us or who had ever remarked it on her hand would be able to identify it.”
“I have heard the ring mentioned,” he replied, “I have even heard that the police are interested in finding it; but I have not heard that they have been successful. You encourage me much by assuring me that it was missing from her hand when you first saw her. That ring may prove our most valuable clew.”
“Yes, but you must also remember that she may have taken it off before she started for the club-house.”
“That is very true.”
“You do not know whether they have looked for it at her home?”
“I do not.”
“Will you find out, and will you see that I get all my letters?”
“I certainly will, but you must not expect to receive the latter unopened.”
“I suppose not.”