"Good God!" cried Fred. "What do you mean?"
"Answer my question, Fred," said Garden, "as you value Miss Farebrother's life. The women—one a devil, the other an angel—are about the same height and figure?"
"Yes, they are."
"And from a short distance—say thirty or forty yards—might possibly be mistaken for each other?"
"Yes, it is possible."
"Thank you." He had succeeded in mastering his agitation, and now to all appearance was calm. "Meanwhile," he said, sitting at the table and beginning to write, "what has become of the diamond bracelet?"
The question was uttered in a musing tone, as though he were asking it of himself. He continued to write for four or five minutes, and having completed his task, he read what he had written, folded the paper and put it in his pocket. Then he turned to Kiss and Mr. Linton.
"You have nothing more to say?"
"Nothing."
"You delight in dramatic surprises?" he said, addressing Linton, with a radiant look.