“What does that mean?” she asked, idly, at last.
“Didn’t you ever see any one put these pearls into his pocket before?”
“Doesn’t it remind you of anything?”
“No—of nothing.”
“Didn’t you ever see any one put these pearls into his pocket before?”
“Why, no!” She added, as if an idea had begun to dawn in the back of her memory, “Not in that way.”
“Oh, I remember. You didn’t see him put them in at all. You only saw him take them out.”
The smile remained on her features, but something puzzled gave it faint new curves.