"Yes," she said, her large eyes fixed on his. "Yes, but why? I saw your face, Yorke, and there was mischief in it. I saw that you had found out something, if not all."
"Found out what?" he asked carelessly. "Oh, you mean about the pendant? What made you send it back, Fin?"
She looked at him with a puzzled frown.
"What pendant? What are you talking about?"
"The diamond ornament you sent back," he said. "But there, don't worry——."
"Diamonds I sent back? Is that likely? But what diamonds? You never gave me any."
He tried to smile banteringly; he thought her mind was wandering.
"Never mind. There!" He took the pendant from his pocket and laid it in her hand. "Take it back again, and keep it this time."
She looked at it, and from it to him.
"I never sent this to you—I never saw it before," she said.