“That’s sensible,” his wife agreed. “Go and telephone.”
“Goodness,” Nora cried suddenly, “I haven’t any rings on. I must have left them on my dressing-table.”
Alice looked alarmed. “And I left all sorts of things on mine. Let’s go up together. And you, Ethel, have you left anything valuable about?”
“There’s nothing worth taking,” the girl answered.
“You look frightened to death, child,” Mrs. Harrington exclaimed, as she was passing her.
Ethel sat down on the fender seat with a smile of assurance. “Oh, not a bit,” she said. “There are three strong men to protect us, remember.”
“Yes—two men and Michael,” her hostess laughed, passing up the stairway out of view.
“The moon is still there, Miss Cartwright,” Denby observed quietly. “Surely you are not tired of moons yet?”
“But those men out there,” she protested.
“I’m sure they weren’t after me,” he returned. “They wouldn’t wait in the garden, and even if they are detectives, they wouldn’t get the necklace, it’s safe—now.”