"How many have you, and what is the value of each?"
"I have twenty of one thousand pounds."
"Twenty thousand," reckoned Olive. "Major Semberry's share, I presume?" she added, with unconcealed scorn.
"Y-e-s," said Boldini, reluctantly, with another wriggle. "And the remaining thirty thousand is at the Crédit Lyonnais in Paris, you say?"
"Yes. That is my share."
"We will talk of the money later," she said. "By the way," with a glance at Boldini's hands, "I observe you have recovered the use of your hand."
"It was never in need of recovery," snapped Clara.
"I guessed as much--one of the smaller embellishments of your very ornate conspiracy. Boldini, since you confess that you are not Mr. Carson, please to hand over that bangle."
Boldini shook it down on to his wrist. "You can have it with pleasure," said he, sullenly, "but I can't get it off."
"How was it got on?" asked Aldean.