, I do not mean the diamond,"
he broke in, in very evident dismay, as I fell back from him in
irrepressible indignation and alarm. "The diamond--well, we shall look
for that later; it is another article we are in search of now, one which
Mr. Durand might very well have taken in his hand without realizing just
what he was doing. As it is important for us to find this article, and
as it is one he might very naturally have passed over to you when he
found himself in the hall with it in his hand, I have ventured to ask
you if this surmise is correct."
"It is not," I retorted fiercely, glad that I could speak from my very
heart. "He has given me nothing to keep for him. He would not--"
Why that peculiar look in the inspector's eye? Why did he reach out for
a chair and seat me in it before he took up my interrupted sentence and
finished it?
"--would not give you anything to hold which had belonged to another
woman? Miss Van Arsdale, you do not know men. They do many things which
a young, trusting girl like yourself would hardly expect from them."
"Not Mr. Durand," I maintained stoutly.
"Perhaps not; let us hope not." Then, with a quick change of manner,
he bent toward me, with a sidelong look at uncle, and, pointing to my
gloves, remarked: "You wear gloves. Did you feel the need of two pairs,
that you carry another in that pretty bag hanging from your arm?"
I started, looked down, and then slowly drew up into my hand the bag he
had mentioned. The white finger of a glove was protruding from the top.
Any one could see it; many probably had. What did it mean? I had brought
no extra pair with me.
"This is not mine," I began, faltering into silence as I perceived my
uncle turn and walk a step or two away.
"The article we are looking for," pursued the inspector, "is a pair of
long, white gloves, supposed to have been worn by Mrs. Fairbrother when
she entered the alcove. Do you mind showing me those, a finger of which
I see?"
I dropped the bag into his hand. The room and everything in it was
whirling around me. But when I noted what trouble it was to his clumsy
fingers to open it, my senses returned and, reaching for the bag, I
pulled it open and snatched out the gloves. They had been hastily rolled
up and some of the fingers were showing.
"Let me have them," he said.
With quaking heart and shaking fingers I handed over the gloves.
"Mrs. Fairbrother's hand was not a small one," he observed as he slowly
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