"Yes?"
"Do you remember my giving you a locket?"
"Yes."
"Where is it?"
"Oh! I have it still—somewhere."
"Somewhere, sir?" she repeated, glancing at me with raised brows.
"Somewhere safe," said I, fixing my eyes upon my book.
"It had a riband attached, hadn't it?"
"Yes."
"A pink riband, if I remember—yes, pink."