By this time he had moved to the table. He turned his light on again.
Adèle was there—pale and excited. From a pocket which she must have specially constructed she produced a large case. She opened it, disclosing a necklace of large pearls.
"Here it is," she whispered. "Where are the fifty sovereigns?"
Maxwell-Pitt drew out a bag and gave it to her. She opened it, and looked at the contents, then put it in her pocket.
"Now go," she said. "Vite!"
Maxwell-Pitt moved towards the window. "I don't want this," he said, pointing to the case.
"You don't want it?" she exclaimed in astonishment. For a moment they stood there facing one another. Then a sudden thought struck her. She went to the bookcase, opened the drawer, and saw only one case there.
"You are more clever than I thought," she said. "I wished to take these away upstairs to-night, but the Captain he remained here late, and then madame wanted me. You have got the medal, but you shall not go away with it. Give it back to me."
