“Why didn’t you go to the police before?” he asked.
“Because I didn’t,” was her unsatisfactory but uncompromising reply. “You may put whatever interpretation you like upon my slackness. You may say or think that it was because of my humanity, my desire to save some person from being accused, or coming under suspicion of having stolen the pieces, when all the time they were smug in my bureau drawer, or you may think or say that I did not want to make a fuss about them. In fact,” she smiled, “you can do or say what you wish.”
“You don’t remember who was standing by you—”
She stopped him with a gesture.
“I remember nothing except that I bought ten stamps.”
“What was the jewelry worth?” he persisted.
She shrugged her shoulders.
“I can’t even tell you that,” she said.
“Had they any history?”
She laughed.