"Where?"
He looked mysterious and answered her with a question:
"Do you want me to show it to you?"
"You mean—my bracelet?"
"A sort of hand-me-down bracelet," he grinned.
"A gold bracelet, carved—"
"One that they burglared a tomb for, perhaps, ma'am."
Rosalind was afire with excitement.
"Where did you see this thing? What do you mean? Have you—stolen it?'
"No, indeed. I haven't laid a finger on it, ma'am. But I wouldn't be surprised if I'd laid eyes on it—the one that Reggy was sore about."