“Ah, my good friend! Ma chere! My beloved Florence.” The slender one patted the other’s cheek with true affection. “You agree with me. What else can matter? You have made me happy for all my life.”
So now you know that this large, capable girl is none other than an old friend, one you have met many times, Florence Huyler. But wait, there is still more.
“But how now is it all to end?” Two lines appeared between the large girl’s eyes.
“I shall return!” the other exclaimed. “Tomorrow night I shall go back. I must go! It is too wonderful for words. All the rich, the great ones. The sable coats, the gowns, the rare jewels. And the stage! Oh, my friend, how perfectly exquisite, how glorious!”
“Yes, and they’ll arrest you.” The large girl’s tone was matter-of-fact. “And what will you see after that?”
“For what will they arrest me? Did I take the necklace? No! No! Nevair!”
“But you ran away.”
“Yes, and for a very good reason.” A faint flush appeared on the slim one’s cheek. “I could not be searched.”
“And will you tell them why?”
“Oh, no!”