t's wife and the understudy to "Cigarette"
in the Number Eleven Company of "Under Two Flags," there isn't a single
word to be said against any of them!

But what are we?

Two alleged jewel thieves, out on bail! And even then Mrs. Rattenheimer
protested loudly in court against "those two young women" being given
bail at all!

By that time Miss Million and I were so utterly crushed by all that had
gone before that I verily believe neither of us felt that we deserved to
be let out at large--no, not even though three of our friends were
sureties for us to the tune of L300 each!

I have come to the conclusion that it takes a born criminal to act and
look like a perfectly innocent person when charged with a crime!

It's the perfectly innocent person who looks the picture of guilt!

At least I know that's what poor little Miss Million looked like as she
stood beside me in the dock this morning.

Her little face was as white as her handkerchief, her grey eyes were
shrunk and red with crying and want of sleep. Her hair was "anyhow." Her
small figure seemed more insignificant than ever.

All the confidence with which she'd faced the wardress last night seemed
to have evaporated in those hours of wakeful tossing on that vilely
uncomfortable prison bed. She trembled and shook. She held on to the
bar of the dock just as a very sea-sick passenger holds on to the
steamer rail. She picked at her gloves, she nervously smoothed the
creases in her pink, Bond Street tub-frock.

When the magistrate addressed her she started and gulped, and murmured
"Sir" in the most utterly stricken voice I ever heard.

Altogether, if ever a young woman did look as if her sins had found her
out, Miss Nellie Million, charged with stealing a valuable ruby pendant,
the property of Mr. Julius Rattenheimer, looked the part at that moment.

I don't wonder the magistrate rasped at her.

As for me, I don't think I looked quite as frightened. You can't be at
the same moment frightened and very angry.

I felt like murder; whom I should have wished to murder I don't quite
know--the owner of the ruby alone would not have been enough for me. I
was inwardly foaming with rage over having been forced into this idiotic
position; also for having been made, not only mentally, but physically
and acutely uncomfortable.

This is only one detail of the discomfort, but this may serve to sum up
the rest; for the very first time in the whole of my life I'd had to g