"And you're not going to send the police after me?"
"No."
Farleg leaned forward in his chair until his elbows rested on his knees.
"You missed the things. You said a while ago you expected me, or whoever did the robbery; was that a true word? Did you expect whoever did the robbery to come and see you?"
"I did. I could not be sure you would come, but when I missed the things I thought you might call. There was, of course, the chance you might not."
"That's it. Well, I have come, you see. I found some rings, and I kept three; but I thought you might like to have this one, and I brought it to you, as I am about to leave the country. Look at it. It's a plain gold guard."
As Farleg said these words his eyes, no longer wandering, fixed themselves on the face of Mr. Grey.
For an instant the face of the banker puckered and wrinkled up like a blighted leaf. Almost instantly it smoothed out again; and, with a bland smile, he said:
"Thank you very much. It was my poor wife's guard ring. You were very kind to think of bringing it back to me."
As he spoke he began softly opening the drawer of the little table that stood between him and the burglar.