“Jo, we must find her at once. Let’s go to Westcott’s the quickest way we can.”
“What is it, Marta?”
“That Mr. Hebler who is visiting here, you know,” said Marta breathlessly. “Well, he missed a diamond ring. He left it on a table near his door—I saw it. When we came back from our walk last night, I went to Miss Lamont’s room. His door was open. A great whopping diamond ring was on the table—and—”
“Yes, Marta,” he said encouragingly, as she paused.
“When she found it was gone, she told Mr. Walters and Mr. Hebler that she took it, so as to protect me. That’s why she has gone.”
“She’s a trump! Read me her note, Marta.”
“DEAR LITTLE MARTA:
“You must do just as I say. I told Mr. Walters and Mr. Hebler I took the ring. Give it to Mr. Hebler and tell him I left it with you to hand to him. Never do it again, Marta. Jo is worth a whole mine of diamonds. When I am safely and far away, will let you hear from me.
“With Love,
“PEN.”