"Yest—last night."
"Why?"
She tried to smile, but her features were moulded more nearly to a grimace.
"Mr. Morley and I—and I—have been engaged," she laboured to explain. "He said he wanted to wear it for a while just because it belonged to me."
"But he knew it didn't belong to you, didn't he?"
"I suppose," she corrected herself, "he meant he wanted to wear it because I had worn it."
"I see," commented Bristow, and added very quickly: "How much of your sister's jewelry is in this house now?"
Miss Fulton stared at him again, and did not answer.
"Can't you tell me?" he urged. "How much?"
She turned her head from him and looked out of the window.