He held it up, gingerly. Elaine was speechless. Was this Kennedy? Was he possessed by such an inordinate jealousy of Bennett?
As he held the watch up, the second hand ticked around and the minute hand passed the meridian of the hour.
A viciously sharp little needle gleamed out—then sprang back into the filigree work again.
"Well," she gasped again, "what's the occasion of THIS?"
Craig gazed at Elaine in silence.
Should he defend his rudeness, if she did not understand? She stamped her foot, and repeated the question a third time.
"What do you mean, sir, by such conduct?"
Slowly he bowed.
"I just don't like the kind of birthday presents you receive," he said, turning on his heel. "Good afternoon."