The hotel named was the one at which Morrow was staying. He hurried thither.
“Who lost the diamond bracelet?” he asked the clerk.
“That young lady standing near the elevator. Miss Hunt, I think her name is,” said the clerk consulting the register. “Yes, that's it, she only arrived last night.”
Morrow saw standing near the elevator door, a lithe, well-rounded girl with brown hair and great gray eyes that were fixed on him. She was in the regulation summer-girl attire—blue Eton suit, pink shirtwaist, sailor hat, and russet shoes. He hastened to her.
“Miss Hunt, I have the honour to return your bracelet.”
She opened her lips and eyes with pleasurable surprise and reached somewhat eagerly for the piece of jewelry.
“Thank you ever so much. I took a walk on the beach just after breakfast and dropped it somewhere. It's too large.”
“I picked it up near Pennsylvania Avenue. It's a curious coincidence that it should be found by some one stopping at the same hotel. But, pardon me, you're going away without mentioning the reward.”
She looked at him with some surprise, until she discovered that he was jesting. Then she smiled a smile that gave Morrow quite a pleasant thrill, and said, with some tenderness of tone:
“Let the reward be what you please.”