“We saw it in his hand.” She held her ground, nodding at the boy. “We were with the lady, helping her out of the crush, when she lost it.”
“You—you look like that kind,” the officer said slowly, studying her face. “I—I’m going to take a chance. Got her address?”
“Yes, yes,” eagerly.
“Give it to me.”
“Here. Write it down.”
“Good. Now then, you pick out the purse and show me this thing you call a cameo. Never heard of one before, but if it’s different from everything else I’ve seen it must be one of them cameos.”
“Oh tha-thank you!” Florence choked. She had made a promise to the little old lady. Now the promise was near to fulfillment.
The purse was quickly found and the cameo exposed to view.
“That’s a cameo all right,” the officer grinned. “It’s nothing else I ever saw. You take it to her and may God bless you for your interest in an old lady.”
Florence found her eyes suddenly dimmed.