"It was found in the shrubbery, wasn't it?"
"Had you lost it? Or was it Cathcart's?"
"If I said it was his—"
"I should be ready to believe you. Was it his?"
"No"—a long breath—"it was mine."
"When did you lose it?"
"That night."
"Where?"
"I suppose in the shrubbery. Wherever you found it. I didn't miss it till later."
"Is it the one you bought in Paris?"