Janet’s eyes rested for a moment on Marjorie, then traveled back to her father.
“I saw Marjorie steal the necklace,” she said quietly.
Marjorie’s low cry of horror was drowned in Mrs. Calhoun-Cooper’s triumphant shout.
“There, what did I tell you?” she demanded.
“Be quiet!” Calderon Fordyce’s face had grown very grave. “Janet, are you telling the absolute truth?” Never had he spoken in that tone before to her, and Janet whitened.
“Yes, father.”
“How did Miss Marjorie steal the necklace?” The question cost him an effort.
“Mrs. Calhoun-Cooper requested her to replace her scarf about her shoulders,” Janet spoke more and more slowly and with growing reluctance. “When Marjorie lowered her hand, I saw the end of the pearl necklace hanging from it.”
“And you said nothing?”
“No, father.”