"No, I don't think there is," assented Kitty coldly, turning to re-enter the house.
"But, before I go," went on the detective, playing his great card, "I will leave your jewel with you."
"That," said Kitty, glancing over her shoulder at the crescent--"that is not mine."
"Mr. Fenton says it is."
"Mr. Fenton!" echoed Caprice jeeringly; "and how does Mr. Fenton know?"
"I should think he was the best person to know," retorted Naball, nettled at her mockery.
"A good many people think the same way," said Kitty disdainfully, "but in this case Mr. Fenton is wrong--I never saw those diamonds before."
"Then how did it come into Mr. Villiers' possession?"
"I don't know, not being in Mr. Villiers' confidence."
"Oh!" said Naball significantly, "you are quite certain you are not?"