“I was not referring to Miss Janet....”
“Actions speak louder than words.”
“Not when the wrong construction is put on them.”
“Must we go over that again?” asked Marjorie wearily.
“Yes,” vehemently. “On my word of honor I never gave that ring to Janet.”
“What a liar you are, Chichester.”
Barnard’s hand closed over her wrist in a grip that made her wince. “By heaven! you must take that back.”
For reply she shrugged her shoulders disdainfully. Her open scorn stung him. Freeing her wrist, he fumbled in his vest pocket, then drew out his signet ring and held it before her.
“Are you convinced, O Doubter?” he asked.
Marjorie shot a swift look at him, and then at the gold circlet in his hand. “How did you get it back?”