"Where?"
"Here. Give me your pretty white hand."
"This isn't them," said Jill. "They're in—— Oh, you brute! You've done it on purpose."
"I'm awfully sorry," said Berry. "I quite thought——"
"You liar!" said Jill heatedly. "You did it on purpose. You know you did. Daphne, he's gone and put my hand in the ginger."
"It'll wear off, dear," said Berry. "It'll wear off. By the time
Piers is back, you'll hardly know…."
The apologetic entry of Falcon with two inches of candle upon a plate cut short the prophecy.
As he solemnly set the brand in the centre of the table, the light returned with a flash….
It was when the butler had placed the wine before Berry and was about to withdraw, that Daphne asked for the chocolates.
Falcon peered at the table.