"I believe it is a wedding ring."
Jack looked inside and saw some markings, but all were so faint that it was impossible to make out more than the figures 1 and 8.
"Those figures stand for eighteen hundred and something, I imagine," said Mrs. Ruthven. "They must give the year when your mother was married."
"I suppose you are right."
"The ring belongs to you, Jack. I would advise you to be careful of it."
"If you please, I would like to have you keep it for the present."
"I will do that willingly."
The handkerchief was next examined. But it seemed to be without markings of any kind, and was soon returned to the jewel case along with the ring.
"Now tell me how Marion came to tell you of the past," said Mrs. Ruthven, after putting the jewel case away.
"I made her tell me the truth," said Jack.