She held the locket tightly in her hand. Her eyes seemed rivetted upon it. It was very small and fashioned of plain gold, with a coronet and letter on the face. Miss Merton looked at it in amazement.
“Why, this belongs to Wolf—to Lord Wolfenden,” she exclaimed.
Helène looked at her in cold surprise.
“It is very possible,” she said. “He was here a short time ago.”
Miss Merton clenched the locket in her hand, as though she feared for its safety.
“Here! In this room?”
“Certainly! He called to see Mr. Sabin and remained for some time.”
Miss Merton was a little paler. She did not look quite so pretty now.
“Did you see him?” she asked.
Helène raised her eyebrows.