“What's the matter?” he growled.
“Jim——” she gasped.
He took a step toward her with set teeth.
“You've been in that bag—Well?”
Her face was white, her voice husky.
“Those jewels, Jim——”
A cunning smile played about his mouth and he shook his head.
“I tried to keep my little secret from you till Christmas morning; but you're on to my curves now, Kiddo, and I'll have to 'fess up——”
“You bought them for me?” she asked with trembling eagerness.
“Who else do you reckon I'd buy 'em for? I was going to surprise you, too, tomorrow morning. You've spoiled the fun.”