“Please, I’m not really a reporter, Miss Kippenberg. I have something to show you.”
Miss Kippenberg had closed her ears to Penny’s words. She turned abruptly and fled in the direction of the powder room.
Penny hesitated, remembering her promise to create no scene. Still, she could not allow Miss Kippenberg to elude her so easily. Determinedly, she followed.
“Please, Miss Kippenberg, you must listen to me,” she pleaded.
Observing that her words had not the slightest effect upon the girl, she suddenly opened her purse and took out the white gold ring. She thrust it in front of Miss Kippenberg.
“I only wish to show you this.”
The young woman stopped short, gazing down at the ring.
“Where did you get it?” she asked in a low tone.
“Then you do recognize it?”
“Of course. Grant showed it to me the night before we were to have been married. Tell me, how did it come into your hands?”