He jerked, wincing at that; and Jerry’s not jerky. He’s excitable and capable, I’ve always felt, even of violence. But he possesses not one bad nerve; he might hit in anger but he would hit perfectly steadily if he hit to kill.
“Yes, of course she was with me. I was responsible for her to-night. Did you notice what she was wearing, Steve?”
“Blue dress, wasn’t it—pale blue? She certainly was stunning, Jerry.”
“Her necklace, Steve; didn’t you see it? Those damned diamonds and sapphires her father brought back from abroad with him!”
“Of course I saw them. So—she lost them to-night, did she? Or they were stolen? That’s it?” But I realized by this time it was far more than that.
“Steve, let’s go over it just as it happened,” Jerry entreated. “When did you leave the Sparlings’?”
“Twelve o’clock. Ten minutes after,” I added more precisely and he did not question me further on that; he knows I always keep track of time.
“You saw Dot about midnight?”
“Within a quarter of an hour of the time I left, Jerry.”