She gazed at him in surprise.
“I have.”
“Is this it? I believe I recognize it as one you have worn.”
“It is.” Gwendoline’s look swerved toward Bob. “But—” she began.
“You do not understand how it came in my possession?” he asked, in an even monotonous tone.
“I certainly did not think that you—”
“You didn’t think I had it?” Seriously.
“I did not.” And again she looked toward Bob.
“I did not know I had it myself,” he observed gravely, “until just this minute. You believe me, I trust?”
“Yes,” she said slowly, “I believe you. But how—?” Again she paused.