"Hallo! Have you got it?" exclaimed Armoury.
"No," she said, "I—I thought I had."
"Joan?"
"I daren't," she faltered. "My maid——"
"Come and say 'good-bye' to me, then. Do!"
"Find it!" she said agitatedly—"he'll guess."
"What's that?" cried Conrad. "Here it is—why, in one of our chairs! May I—?" He fastened the bracelet on her wrist. "Make me happy. Come to me," he begged. "Will you? Number seventeen."
Her fingers touched his hand.
"I'm so immensely grateful to you both," she said serenely.
"Lucky for her we were here!" the intruder remarked when she had gone. "One of the servants might have pinched it by the morning."