“Turned off the lights! What do you mean?”
“Yes, Natalie and I sat there, Natalie thought she would go into a trance, you know——”
“That foolish girl! Did she?”
“No. But we heard—oh, I can’t tell you now! Come with me back there, do!”
Rising hastily from her desk, Beatrice followed Joyce downstairs and into the studio. There they found Natalie standing by a table in the middle of the room, looking with a staring gaze at a large leather case that was on the table.
“The jewels!” cried Joyce. “Eric’s jewels! Where did you find them, Natalie?”
“Right here on this table. I haven’t touched them.”
“What do you mean?” and Beatrice looked curiously at the girl. “How did they get there?”
“I don’t know,” said Natalie, dully. She seemed as one bereft of her senses. “When Joyce turned on the lights——”
“Who turned them off?” put in Beatrice, unable to hold back the question.