"Take your old necklace," she said.
George caught it as it fell.
"Thanks," he said, and put it in his pocket.
"And now, Mr. Finch," said Mullett suavely, "I think we will say good night. My little girl here has had a tiring day and ought to be turning in."
George hurried across the roof to his apartment. Whatever the risk of leaving the safety of the sleeping-porch, it must be ignored. It was imperative that he telephone to Molly and inform her of what had happened.
He was pulling the French window open when he heard his name called: and perceived Mullett hurrying towards him from the door that led to the stairs.
"Just one moment, Mr. Finch."
"What is it? I have a most important telephone-call to make."
"I thought you would be glad to have this, sir."