‘The woman who owned it was murdered,’ Rico said in a hushed voice.
Kile made a wry grimace.
‘Jean Bruce?’
Rico nodded.
‘I’m surprised you touched this,’ Kile said. ‘How did you get hold of it?’
‘By accident,’ Rico lied glibly. ‘It wasn’t until I saw tonight’s paper I knew it belonged to the Bruce woman.’
‘Think the police would believe you?’
‘I said it was hot,’ Rico pointed out. ‘I wouldn’t give you a wrong impression, Mr Kile. I thought one of your rich friends might have it. It’d have to be re-set, of course, but it’s a beautiful piece.’
Kile picked up the bracelet and studied it closely.
‘Yes; it’s nice. What do you want for it?’