The setting served as a clasp.
“Am I to open it?” he asked.
Coralie nodded. He opened the pendant. The inside was divided by a movable glass disk, which separated two miniature photographs, one of Coralie as a nurse, the other of himself, wounded, in an officer’s uniform.
Patrice reflected, with pale cheeks. Presently he asked:
“And where does this pendant come from? Did you find it, sir?”
“Yes, Captain Belval.”
“Where?”
The magistrate seemed to hesitate. Coralie’s attitude gave Patrice the impression that she was unaware of this detail. M. Masseron at last said:
“I found it in the dead man’s hand.”
“In the dead man’s hand? In M. Essarès’ hand?”