"I remember," said Dorothy excitedly, "that he came in a long gray overcoat, though the evening was distinctly warm."
"Precisely. And all of this would amount to nothing," Garrison resumed, "only that while I stood in the hall of the house I had entered, that evening, I saw a young woman, likewise in mask, wearing your necklaces—your pearls and diamonds."
Dorothy stared at him in utter bewilderment. Her face grew pale. Her eyes dilated strangely.
"You—you are sure?" she said in a tone barely audible.
"Perfectly," said Garrison.
"And you never mentioned this before?"
"I awaited developments."
"But—what did you think? You might almost have thought that Theodore had stolen them, and handed them to me," she said. "Especially after the way I put them in your charge!"
"I told you we have much to clear between us," he said. "Haven't I the right to know a little——"
"But—how did they come to be there?" she interrupted, abruptly confronted by a phase of the facts which she had momentarily overlooked. "How in the world could my jewels have been in that house and also in my bureau at the very same time?"