“Yes. Over here on the balcony. What were you doing down there?”
“Oh, Nora, I’m sorry I lost my temper. But Molly’s begun to nag me lately, and I can’t stand it. I went after that book. Did you throw some flowers out of the window?”
“Yes.”
“A bunch of daisies?”
“Marguerites,” she corrected.
“All the same to me. I picked up the bunch, and look at what I found inside.”
He extended his palm, flooding it with the light of his pocket-lamp. Nora’s heart tightened. What she saw was a beautiful uncut emerald.