“Ho-ow did you find it, you dear thing?” Kitty stammered, trembling under the shock of joy.
“I fished it up out—out of the mire by a contrivance of my own.”
“But when?”
“Oh! Very early. At three o’clock a.m. You see, I was determined to be first.”
“In the dark, then?”
“I had a light. Don’t you think I’m rather clever?”
Kitty’s scene of ecstatic gratitude does not come into the story. Suffice it to say that not until the moment of its restoration did she realise how precious the bracelet was to her.
It was ten o’clock before Eve descended. She had breakfasted in her room, and Kitty had already exhibited to her the prodigal bracelet.
“I particularly want you to go up the Belfry with me, Miss Fincastle,” Cecil greeted her; and his tone was so serious and so urgent that she consented. They left Kitty playing waltzes on the piano in the drawing-room.
“And now, O man of mystery?” Eve questioned, when they had toiled to the summit, and saw the city and its dwarfs beneath them.