Disregarding his question, the girl’s voice continued quickly: “I wanted to see my hat and opened the bandbox. It wasn’t my hat—it’s the one you described—the one that—”
“I know,” he interrupted; “I know all about that now.”
“Yes,” she went on hurriedly, unheeding his words. “I admired and examined it. It—there’s something else.”
“I know,” he said again; “the Cadogan collar.”
“Oh!” There was an accent of surprise in her voice. “Well, I’ve ordered a taxi, and I’m going to bring it to you right away. The thing’s too valuable—”
“Miss Searle—”
“I’m afraid to keep it here. I wanted to find out if you were up—that’s why I called.”
“But, Miss Searle—”
“The taxi’s waiting now. I’ll be at your door in fifteen minutes.”
“But—”