“Darling, he only did so because he was unable to find the name of a gem which began with ‘W’.”
“I’m very glad he did,” said Marie quickly, “and that he could not find one which began with ‘K’. If he had we should never have solved the riddle.”
“Oh, don’t let us talk any more about the riddle or the sad events connected with it,” cried Fuller, a shade passing over his happy face; “let us leave the past alone and live in the present.”
“I am living in the future when we shall be husband and wife.”
“That desirable state of things will come into being to-morrow.”
“I know,” Marie nestled in her lover’s arms. “But I want to talk of all that has happened Alan. Then we will say no more about it.”
“But, Marie, we have talked over everything again and again.”
“I dare say; but I want to ask questions and to be quite satisfied in my own mind that everything disagreeable is at an end.”
“Very good,” said Alan, resigning himself to the inevitable with a good grace, for he knew Marie’s obstinacy of yore. “What do you wish to say?”
“Well, in the first place, I am still sorry that poor Mr. Bakche did not live to get his share of the jewels. For you know, Alan, they really did belong to him as a descendant of the Rajah of Kam.”