Helka opened the cigar box. "Cigarettes, I suppose," she said. Then she smiled. "Why, it's a present—a bracelet. I suppose Sam found this as he finds everything else he sends me—in other people's pockets. Well, it is pretty, and I shall keep it. I love bracelets."
She clasped the trinket on her white arm. It was pretty, and Cora had no doubt that it had been stolen, but as well for Helka to keep it as to try to do anything better with it.
"I should like to give it to you," said the queen suddenly. She took off the bracelet and examined it closely.
"Oh, I really couldn't take it," objected Cora.
"I know what you think, but suppose you got out some time? This might lead to——"
"Oh, I see. You need not speak more plainly. Perhaps when I go I may ask you for it!"
"It has a name inside. Betty——"
"Betty!" exclaimed Cora.
"Do you know a Betty?"
"Indeed, I do! She was with us when——"