As Hemingway picked the brooch up, and looked at its catch, which was indeed loose, Cynthia appeared at the head of the stairs, with Miss Spennymoor behind her. Cynthia was clad in the altered black frock. She looked ethereally fair, but her beauty was spoilt by a sullen pout.
She exclaimed, on catching sight of the brooch: "That's Mummy's! What are you doing with it?"
She came running down the stairs, and almost snatched it from Hemingway's hand. Miss Pickhill, clucking her displeasure, explained the circumstances to her, whereupon she said: "I know the catch is loose. It came undone at tea-time, and Mummy said she must take it to be mended." She began to pin it to the bosom of her frock, adding: "Has the chemist sent yet, Thrimby?"
No, miss.,
"Well, Miss Birtley can dam' well go and collect the stuff! It's no use giving me marvellous medicines if they're not even sent for me to take!"
"Cynthia, I beg you will take that brooch off at once!" Miss Pickhill said, her cheeks showing a heightened colour. "It isn't decent! Besides, emeralds for a girl of your age - ! Let alone that you are in deep mourning!"
"All that sort of thing is hopelessly out-of-date!" Cynthia declared. "I don't mind wearing this ghastly rag just at first, but I'm not going to stay in mourning for a year! I'd rather die! What's more, all Mummy's things are mine now, and I have a perfect right to do what I like with them! Haven't I?" she demanded, turning to Mr.. Eddleston.
This gentleman, finding himself much in sympathy with Miss Pickhill, coughed, and suggested that perhaps it would be more proper if the brooch were put amongst Mrs. Haddington's other jewels, until the Will had at least been read. Cynthia at once displayed a lamentable desire to argue the point, but her aunt, of whom she secretly stood rather in awe, clinched the matter by wresting the trinket from her, and announcing her intention of bestowing it in her sister's jewel-case with her own hands. Cynthia then complained of the total lack of sympathy she met with on all sides, and added that Mummy always kept her jewel-box locked, anyway, and as nobody knew where her keys were it would puzzle her aunt to put the brooch with the other jewels.
"I have Mrs. Haddington's keys, miss," Hemingway interposed. "They were in her handbag - some of them, that is. Perhaps you can tell me what they belong to?"
"I call it pretty good cheek of you to take my mother's keys without asking me first!" said Cynthia. "That's the one to her jewel-box, and the other's the little desk in her room. And that's her latch-key. And if you're going to unlock her room now, I'm coming too!"