"Oh, you did. No wonder that I had a feeling that he looked as if he had not altogether enjoyed the night. That was not a pretty thing for you to say. Vi, take care; be very sure of what you do. Things, from your point of view, are pretty bad already, you don't want to make them worse."
"I'm not going to make them worse--I couldn't. Margaret, something has happened to Sydney--something dreadful; something which I don't understand. Look at this. Do you know anything about it?"
She handed the countess something which she had taken out of the leather case upon the table.
"Isn't it your locket, the one he gave you, with his picture? Why do you ask if I know anything about it?"
"It's the one I gave him. You remember that you came to see me before you went downstairs; when you went out, did you see anything lying on the floor just outside my room?"
"Not that I'm aware of. Why?"
"Did you see that locket?"
"I certainly didn't; why am I being cross-examined?"
"Do you know anything about a maid in your employ named Simmons?"
"I don't; is there such an one?"