"No. Your—your ring is—here," and she, pointed to the safe.
Sid started.
"I wondered why you didn't wear it," he said: "Yes," he went on, "I have been mean to Ida, though I—I did ask her to take the ring—to—to make up for it."
It was clear that he did care for the girl, as much as it was possible for a person of his selfish nature to care for any one.
"I—I spent some of the money for the ring for Ida," he went on.
"Yes, and for that reason, as much as for any other—because I knew you were only a shade removed from a thief—I threw it away!" burst out Ida.
"When?" asked Sid, much astonished.
"The same night when, masked as a nun, I slipped back the bonds into
Ed's pocket—as you asked me to."
"So that's how they got there!" exclaimed Ed.
"Then, when Ida came and told me a little while ago about Lem," went on Sid after a pause, "I knew the game was up. He was getting desperate, and he's liable to send word to the police at any moment, accusing me, and I don't want to be arrested."