"It is worth about twenty, I should say," said Maxwell, resuming his seat. "But doubtless the story attached to it will render it more valuable."
"There is no story, sir," replied Mrs. Belk, who had placed the gold in her obtrusive black bag. "Simply this: I found that on the terrace of the Hall on the morning after the murder. It was lying close to the window."
"Indeed! And you think----"
"I think that it was dropped by the man who murdered Sir Rupert."
"How do you know it was a man?"
"That is a gentleman's scarf-pin, sir."
"Hah!" cried Maxwell, with a sudden start, "I know now where I saw it."
"You saw it, sir?" asked Mrs. Belk, eagerly.
"Yes, on the scarf of the man I----never mind, I may be mistaken. Did you tell your son you had found this?"
"No, sir. I wished to surprise him with the money. I have told no one except you."