"Miss Langmore, you will please take the stand again," he said, and the girl did so, throwing aside her veil. "Are you in the habit of wearing finger rings and bracelets?"
It was a leading question and several gasped as they heard it. Raymond started to rise up, but then sank back again.
"I do not wear bracelets," answered Margaret. "I have two rings."
"What kind of rings are they?"
"One is a plain gold band. It was my mother's wedding ring." The girl's voice sank low suddenly. "The other is a diamond ring, as you can see," and she held up her hand.
"Will you let me have the diamond ring?"
"Yes, sir." She took it off. "But please be careful of it, for it—it is very precious to me."
The coroner nodded. "That is all just now," and as Margaret let fall the veil again, he called Doctor Bardon to his side. A whispered conversation ensued, and the young physician left with the precious circlet—Margaret's engagement ring—in an envelope.
"Margaret, you should not have let him have that ring," whispered
Raymond.
"How could I help it?" was the low answer. "Oh, this is terrible! I feel as if everybody was trying to look me through and through!"