"Well?" The coroner laid the two articles upon the table and bent a flashing look upon her.
"I don't understand how it can be just like mine when it doesn't belong to me," she said in a frightened voice. "Phil bought it for me at the church bazaar—just after we were married. He—he only bought me one."
"Wasn't it strange—his buying only one?"
"No—no. I wouldn't let him get me any more. I—I didn't want him to buy me anything at all."
"Then since it is quite evident that you did not love Philip Darwin, will you explain why you married him at all?"
"Ruth," I said, warningly, and this time she heeded my advice.
"I can't discuss my private affairs, sir. They have nothing to do with—with Phil's death, and they are my own," she said with troubled dignity.
"Do you realize that your silence will militate against you?"
"I can't help it, sir," she answered with tears in her eyes.
"Just one thing more. What is your father's present address?"