Again the long lashes swept slightly downward, masking the violet, and the girl’s lips moved—a ripple of amusement, no doubt. She looked up, however, once more with that appearance of deadly calm. “Then you deny it, in toto, having seen my ring to-night?”
Bob swallowed. Again he dropped from the heights.
“You do not speak,” said Miss Gerald, studying him.
“I—wish you wouldn’t ask me that,” he managed to say.
“Why not?” lifting her brows. “Even if you saw it you could say you hadn’t.”
“That’s just the point,” Miserably. “I couldn’t.”
“Then you did see it?”
“I did.”
“You had it, perhaps?”
“I did.”