"Are you going to send for the police?" she asked without looking
at him.

"No," he answered.

"Why not?"

"If I had meant to give you away I should have told Mrs.
Fitzgerald at once that I had seen you take her bracelet, instead
of following you out on to the roof."

"Do you mind telling me what you do propose to do, then?" she
continued still without looking at him, still without the
slightest note of appeal in her tone.

He withdrew the bracelet from his pocket and balanced it upon his
finger.

"I am going to say that I took it for a joke," he declared.

She hesitated.

"Mrs. Fitzgerald's sense of humor is not elastic," she warned
him.

"She will be very angry, of course," he assented, "but she will
not believe that I meant to steal it."

The girl moved slowly a few steps away.