She began to feel a little shaky, but she was in for it now, and must go on.
“I accuse you of having stolen costly articles and appropriating them to your own use,” she said, solemnly.
“Explain yourself, if you please, Mrs. Coolidge.”
Those brown eyes were almost black now, but her answer was intensely quiet, and the lovely face like a snowflake.
“Allow me to ask you one question before I explain.”
“Certainly.”
“How came you by those beautiful jewels, those very costly ornaments, which you wore to the opera last Wednesday evening?”
“They were given to me, madam.”
“By whom?”
“By a very dear friend.”