"Yes, on condition that you answer two more questions. The first is not important."
"It's about the ring. Where did you get that ring which you put first on mother's finger and afterwards on Elfride's?"
"I made it that same night, in a few minutes, out of an old wedding-ring and some coloured stones."
"But the scoundrel recognized it as having belonged to his mother."
"He thought he recognized it; and he thought it because the ring was like the other."
"But how did you know that? And how did you learn the story?"
"From himself."
"You don't mean that?"
"Certainly I do! From words that escaped him while he was sleeping under the Fairies' Dolmen. A drunkard's nightmare. Bit by bit he told the whole story of his mother. Elfride knew a good part of it besides. You see how simple it is and how my luck stood by me!"