"'What makes you think I have them?'
"'I know. Come, hand them over.'
"At that, she began to cry.
"'Quickly,' I repeated. 'Someone may come.'
"With that, she fumbled under her skirt and produced the jewel-case, pouring out a torrent of explanations.
"I stopped no longer than I had to, I assure you. With the jewels in my hand, I slipped through the French window and made for the landing where I had left the boat. In no time I had made my get-away. Every detail of my plan would have gone smoothly but for the fog. I lost my bearings completely. Imagine my amazement at finding myself here."
Marcia waited to hear no more.
Her knees trembled beneath her.
So Heath really had taken the jewels—taken them from the resisting woman who owned them—taken them against her will and made off with them!
He owned it!