"None of it," she replied finally. "I had Miss Kelly look for it. It's all—gone."
"Why did you have Miss Kelly look for it? What made you suspect that it was gone?"
She turned to him and frowned more deeply, angrily.
"It was, I suppose," she said shortly, "the first and most natural suspicion for any one to have; that, since she had been killed, she had been robbed. It was the only motive of which I could think."
"Yes," he agreed pleasantly, handing the ring back to the chief; "I think you're right there."
He was silent for a full minute while the girl in the bed plucked at the coverlet and eyed first him and then Greenleaf.
"Miss Fulton," he demanded more sharply than he had yet spoken, "did you see or hear anything last night in connection with this tragedy, the death of your sister?"
"No; nothing," she answered, her voice now approaching firmness. It was a firmness, however, that was forced.
"How do you explain that?"
"I went to bed before my sister returned from the dinner dance, and I had taken something Dr. Braley had given me that breaks up the severe coughing attacks to which I am subject and that also puts me to sleep."