She looked about her nervously as though she feared Taylor might have listened to his frank admission and be ready to spring upon them.
“You can’t tell that,” she said in a lower-keyed voice. “How can you be sure they didn’t suspect?”
“Because I’m comfortably settled here, and there are no detectives after me. And if there were,” he confided in her triumphantly, “they’d never suspect I carry the necklace in my tobacco-pouch.”
“But your pouch was empty,” she cried.
“How do you know that?” he demanded quickly.
“I was here when Lambart spilt it,” she explained hastily. “There it is on the mantel, I meant to have given it to you.”
“I don’t need it,” he said, taking one similar in shape and color from his pocket.
“Two pouches!” she cried aghast. “Two?”
“An unnecessary precaution,” he said carelessly, “one would have done; as it is they haven’t suspected me a bit.”
“You can’t be certain of that,” she insisted. “If they found out they’d put you in prison.”