"You put it in Walter Pennington's pocket?" she repeated slowly.
"Why, it was found in Paul Hastings' pocket."
"Wasn't Walter dressed up like Marc Anthony?" demanded Ida, ceasing her sobbing and looking up with wonder in her eyes.
"No. He was the clown. Paul was the Roman," and Cora began to see how some things had come about.
"That explains it," murmured Ida. "It was a mistake! And did that that ring actually have my initials in?"
"It is marked `I.G.,'" said Cora. "We have been expecting you to call for it."
"Where is it now?"
"Home, in our safe."
"Then keep it there!" exclaimed Ida, a new determination in her voice.
"But we cannot keep it," objected Cora. "It is not mine nor Jack's.
Why not give it back to Sid?"
"Neither is it his," went on Ida. "He gave it to me, and now I ask you to keep it—in trust."