"Oh, of course. But you'd have said that anyway," smiled Sylvia, dimpling.
"Why—why, Sylvia!"
"You certainly wouldn't have let those men find them," she added comfortably.
"On the contrary, if the jewels had been in the house and I had been compelled to tell what I knew, I should have told the truth."
"You would? You would have showed those two miserable blood-hounds where they were?" asked the girl incredulously.
"Certainly."
"I wouldn't," flashed Sylvia, clinching her small hands. "I would have fought that sheriff tooth and nail. I'd have lied—stooped to any means to prevent him from unearthing the evidence he was after."
"But the law, Sylvia—the law."
"I wouldn't give a rap for the law. You love Stanley Heath. That's enough for me. Besides, he is being tracked down—trapped. I want him to go free."
"You think he took the jewels?" asked Marcia, slowly.