For a moment the two young women remained silent. Suddenly Candelas exclaimed:
"Have you seen what the papers have been saying about the robbery in Calle Mayor, last night?"
"Oh, a jeweler's shop was robbed."
"A jeweler's!" repeated Alicia.
Her face assumed an expression of unspeakable anxiety and alarm. She remembered the emerald necklace she had spoken of, so often; and she remembered the evening, too, when Candelas and she had come across Enrique standing motionless in front of the shop window. Suddenly the student's sad face seemed to rise up in her memory. She seemed to be hearing his last words: "You've never proved me. You don't know what kind of a man I am!" And those words, that she had never paid any attention to, now sounded in her ears with prophetic tones.
"What did they steal?" she asked.
"I can't say. I only just glanced over the paper."
"And who's the thief?"
"No one knows."