“The books will show it,” she said simply.
“They will?” commented Kennedy. “Then if you will explain to me briefly just the system you used in keeping account of it, perhaps I need not trouble you any more.”
“I’ll go down there with you,” she answered bravely. “I’m better to-day, anyhow, I think.”
She had risen, but it was evident that she was not as strong as she wanted us to think.
“The least I can do is to make it as easy as possible by going in a car,” remarked Kennedy, following her into the hall where there was a telephone.
The hallway was perfectly dark, yet as she preceded us I could see that the diamond pin which held her collar in the back sparkled as if a lighted candle had been brought near it. I had noticed in the parlor that she wore a handsome tortoiseshell comb set with what I thought were other brilliants, but when I looked I saw now that there was not the same sparkle to the comb which held her dark hair in a soft mass. I noticed these little things at the time, not because I thought they had any importance, but merely by chance, wondering at the sparkle of the one diamond which had caught my eye.
“What do you make of her?” I asked as Kennedy finished telephoning.
“A very charming and capable girl,” he answered noncommittally.
“Did you notice how that diamond in her neck sparkled?” I asked quickly.
He nodded. Evidently it had attracted his attention, too.