Denville flushed and turned pale as he glanced proudly at his child, where she stood talking to Colonel Mellersh.
“I saw Barclay give his wife a case with a diamond bracelet in it, to hold while he went to old Drelincourt.”
“Yes, my lord. What of that?”
“Mrs Barclay did not put it in her pocket, but let it slip down on the carpet.”
“Where was she seated, my lord?”
“Never mind; the diamond bracelet was found.”
“Thank goodness!” gasped Denville.
“By Major Rockley.”
“Who gave it back?”
“No; who has pocketed it, and will keep it; while Barclay will most likely credit you.”