“This is from heaven,” she said, in so low a voice that she could barely be heard. “The terror in my heart — oh, God, so long! You lied to me, and somewhere in me I knew it all the time! She did find out about us — she found out and told you so, and you killed her. Thank heaven, oh, thank heaven—”
Inspector Cramer was there and had her elbow. Another woman’s mind was working too. Sylvia Marcy left the couch, walked across through the group to the wheelchair, and placed an object on Theodore Huck’s lap, on top of the maroon quilt. It was after she had moved away and started for the door that I saw what the object was — a wristwatch with a ring of red stones, maybe rubies.
I can’t report on the fate of the other two gifts whose presentation had been precipitated by my presence. Months have passed, and only last week a jury convicted Theodore Huck of first-degree murder, but as far as I know Mrs. O’Shea and Miss Riff still have their watches.