"You haven't done anything to me," quite frigidly, though; "how could you?"
"That's precisely what I want to know. Where is that chain I saw around your neck a short time ago?"
"In my pocket. You had better take it back again. I don't want it."
Captain Cavendish stared. Miss Nettleby, grasping the parasol firmly, though the sun had gone down, and the moon was rising, with a very becoming glow in her cheeks, and bright, angry light in her eyes, looked straight before her, and addressed empty space when she spoke.
"There is some mystery here, and I am going to get at the bottom of it," he said, resolutely; "Cherrie, let me go home with you, and see if we cannot clear it up by the way."
"With me?" said Cherrie, stepping back, and looking at him disdainfully; "why, what would Miss Marsh say to that?"
A light broke on the captain.
"Miss Marsh! Why, what have I to do with Miss Marsh?"
"A great deal, I should think, after what passed between you over there on the beach."
"Cherrie! where were you? Not listening?"