She shook her head. “No,” she answered, “the maid found the flower when she undressed me. She gave it to me when I came to. That is how my attention was called to it.”
“Then strange as it seems,” he said calmly, “the thing must have jarred open, the flower dropped out, and the locket shut again of itself. There is no other way.”
“Perhaps,” she said.
“Perhaps!” he repeated. “What other way could there have been?”
“There couldn’t have been any other way,” she assented, “if you say you didn’t see it when you loosened my habit.”
He looked at her in amazement. “Loosened your habit?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said; “you loosened my habit when I was hurt.”
“No,” he answered.
“Do you mean to say,” she demanded, “that you didn’t loosen and cut things?”
“Most certainly not,” he replied.