Half-absently Jack Awdas caught hold of the other ribbon as he looked at the thing.
And there was nothing to tell them what it was, the sachet of the Disturbing Charm that had hung about Mrs. Cartwright's neck just before she had plunged into the waters of Biscay Bay; the Charm that the wind had caught and whirled away across the sands until at last it had been in that pine branch from which a girl's hand unwound it.
And there was nothing to tell them what it was, the sachet of the Disturbing Charm.
"Something from a wreck?" mused Golden.
The Charm dangled between them.
He was scarcely thinking of what he was doing as he twisted that ribbon over his own fingers.