"This ring," he said; "whose is it?"
She sat up straight and gasped. Her pallor grew. Even her lips went thoroughly white.
"Where did you get that?" she asked huskily.
"It doesn't matter. Whose is it?"
"It—it was my sister's," she said, almost in a whisper.
"Do you know who gave it to Mr. Morley?"
She stared, speechless, at Bristow.
"Don't you know?" he persisted.
"Yes," she said with obvious effort; "I—I lent it to him."
"When?"