Ekstrom sell to Colonel Stanistreet, so that I might make good my promise and relieve your distress by returning it to you. I had opened the safe before he entered, and searched it thoroughly, and knew the paper was not there—though at that time it never entered my thick head to suspect Blensop of treachery. It was neither Blensop nor Ekstrom, Miss Brooke … it was I who stole that necklace."
She made no sound and did not stir; and though he dared not look he knew her stricken gaze was steadfast to his face.
"I will say this much in my defence: I did not come with intent to steal, but only to take back what had been stolen from me, and return it to you, who had trusted it to my care. I wanted to do that, because I did not then understand the ins and outs of this intrigue, and had no means of knowing how deeply your honour might be involved."
"But you did not take that necklace!"
"I am sorry. … I saw it, and could not resist it."
"But Mr. Crane assured me you had given up all that sort of thing years ago!"
"Notwithstanding that, it seems I may not be trusted. …"
After another trying silence she declared vehemently: "I do not believe you! You say this thing for some secret purpose of your own. For some reason I can't understand you wish to abase yourself in my sight, to make me think you capable of such infamy. Why—ah, monsieur!—why must you do this?"
