So Miss Darrel ate her dinner alone, with no feeling of alarm, but a slight annoyance at the episode.
She thought over the story Iris had told her of the intruder of the night before, and slowly a vague suggestion of something wrong shaped itself in her brain. She realized that if Iris had gone on an errand, or had gone for a ride with Roger Downing, or any other friend or caller, she would certainly have told Lucille she was going. For Iris was punctilious in her courtesy, and the two women really got along very well together. She called old Polly in and asked her what she thought about it.
"I don't know," and the cook shook her head. "I'd just been talking to her about that pin Mrs. Pell left to her——"
"Good heavens! Polly! That pin again? Why—what is there about that pin? What do you know of it?"
"Well," and the old face was very serious, "I've been acquainted with that pin for years."
"Is it a special pin?"
"Very special."
"Why? What's its value?"
"That I don't know, ma'am, 'cept I'm thinking it's a lucky pin."
"Oh, how ridiculous! Why, you're not even sure the pin is in existence—I mean, that anybody knows of."