“I’m looking at that queer ring on your third finger!” she answered.
CHAPTER III
GREY DAWN
Braxfield, who, from his retired position in the background was watching Guy Markenmore with inquisitive eyes, saw him start a little at Valencia’s direct intimation. The start was followed by a laugh which was not exactly spontaneous.
“Well?” said Guy. “What about the ring? It’s—simply a ring.”
“Just so—a ring,” remarked Valencia. “But—a peculiar one. And I know somebody who has one that’s a precise duplicate of it.”
“Who?” asked Guy.
“Mrs. Tretheroe,” replied Valencia. “She always wears it. I thought it was some ring she’d picked up in India. But—yours is just the same. Odd!—that you should both have rings which are exactly alike.”
“So Mrs. Tretheroe comes here?” suggested Guy.