Isabel smiled, and slipping on the two rings held them out for Tony's inspection.
"I am so glad," she said happily. "I should hate to have sold them really. You see they belonged—" She again came to an abrupt and rather confused halt. "They belonged to my great-grandmother," she finished weakly.
"Indeed," said Tony in a perfectly grave voice. "She must have had charming hands."
There was a light tap at the door, and after a moment's delay the discreet figure of Spalding again appeared on the threshold.
"I beg pardon, Sir Antony," he observed, "but Bugg has just returned. I thought you might wish to be informed."
Tony pushed back his chair. "What has he been doing with himself?" he asked.
"I fancy, sir," returned Spalding impassively, "that he has been spending the night in the Bow Street police station."
"Oh!" exclaimed Isabel in a horrified voice.
"Really!" said Tony. "How exciting!" He turned to Isabel. "Shall we have him up?"
She nodded eagerly.