"Is that all else he says?"
"All except some sort of a queer line here as a postscript. It seems to have been scribbled in pencil after the rest was written.
"'Dear P.,' he says, 'believe me, I hated especially to have to use Miss Varris to perfect my plans the way I did—the anæsthetizing and robbing again, and all. Of course, I have no use for her things, which I am here returning. And finally, as my gift to you both and to make everything up to you both as well as I can, ask to see her rings.'"
"Yes," the girl murmured vaguely.
"Why?" the other caught her up suddenly then. "Why did you ask if he said any more and—and why did he say that?" he demanded. "Let me see the rings he gave back to you! Why—they're three!" he exclaimed. "I thought that only two were taken."
"Only two were."
"Oh; then he meant to make things up with you by giving you another?" Preston wondered at first. "But no!" he denied.
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