"If you can't remember, Harry, I shan't enlighten you. You have the ruby, isn't that enough?"
Ten minutes later he said good-bye to her and sallied forth into the night. She stood in the window and watched the huge sentinel stride off behind him like a gaunt shadow which could not be shaken off. That figure and another like it were to cling to his heels until he came to his journey's end. She smiled and shook her head pityingly as Harry Green passed out of her life at the corner below.
In her own room shortly afterward she took an old photograph from a drawer, looked at it a moment with a smile on her lips, and then tore it into many pieces.
"The strangest part of it is that I don't seem to mind," she said to herself, and that night she slept peacefully.