"Oh, then she had been here before?"
"Yes, she came twice in the afternoon, but Mr. Fullerton was out. I told her she would find him for sure if she came at half past seven, because he wouldn't be going out in the evening before eight, but she was so anxious that she came again about four o'clock. I knew he wouldn't be here then, and it was just as I said."
"When you told her to come at half past seven, didn't she look at her watch?"
"Yes, she did!"
"What kind of a watch was it?"
"A little watch. I don't remember. But, gee, It was on a dandy chain all right!"
"I don't believe you remember the chain any better than you do the watch."
"Yes, I do. It was a long chain that went around the neck and she wore it outside of her coat, dangling, with a purse at the end. The watch was inside the purse. The chain was gold, with red stones in it here and there, and they sparkled like anything."
Lyon recognized the fidelity of the description. Mrs. Broughton had worn a long chain of enameled gold links, set with rubies magnificent enough to have excited the admiration of even less appreciative observers than an elevator boy. It would be crediting too much to coincidence to suppose that there could be another chain of so unusual a style worn by someone else that day.
"Had that lady ever been here before?" he asked.