“Did you take it off?”
“Was it loose on your finger?”
Judy and Lois were both firing questions at Lorraine. They were questions that she seemed unable to answer. Finally she admitted that she had removed the ring from her finger on purpose.
“Why?” demanded Lois. “I don’t think that was fair to Arthur.”
“I don’t either,” agreed Judy.
“But I did it for him,” Lorraine protested.
“You did what? Took off your ring? Why?” asked Judy. “How could that help him?”
“I can’t tell you,” Lorraine said stiffly. “Please don’t ask me anything more about it. We’ve all behaved like children today—me with my wishes and you with your pretending. If that is a diamond you found, Judy, it’s no frozen tear.”
“I know,” Judy admitted. “It belongs to someone, I suppose, and we’ll have to report it. I remember how I felt when my diamond was lost. Someone else may be feeling the same way.”
“If we report it,” Lois said, “we’ll have to report the fact that we were trespassing. I’d rather find out who lost it some other way.”