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Dorothy opened her mouth to reply, checked herself, and murmured, ‘Pass me the cherries.’
‘I’ve been eating more than you have,’ she remarked. ‘I’ll divide up what’s left and – why, whatever’s this at the bottom of the basket?’
She drew it out as she spoke – a long glittering chain of blood-red stones.
They both stared at it in amazement. ‘In the basket, did you say?’ said Edward at last.
Dorothy nodded.
‘Right at the bottom – under the fruit.’
Again they stared at each other.
‘How did it get there, do you think?’
‘I can’t imagine. It’s odd, Ted, just after reading that bit in the paper – about the rubies.’
Edward laughed.
‘You don’t imagine you’re holding fifty thousand pounds in your hand, do you?’
‘I just said it was odd. Rubies set in platinum. Platinum is that sort of dull silvery stuff – like this. Don’t they sparkle and aren’t they a lovely colour? I wonder how many of them there are?’ She counted. ‘I say, Ted, there are twenty-one exactly.’
‘No!’
‘Yes. The same number as the paper said. Oh, Ted, you don’t think –’
‘It could be.’ But he spoke irresolutely. ‘There’s some sort of way you can tell – scratching them on glass.’
‘That’s diamonds. But you know, Ted, that was a very odd-looking man – the man with the fruit – a nasty-looking man. And he was funny about it – said we’d got more than our money’s worth in the basket.’
‘Yes, but look here, Dorothy, what would he want to hand us over fifty thousand pounds for?’
Miss Pratt shook her head, discouraged.
‘It doesn’t seem to make sense,’ she admitted. ‘Unless the police were after him.’
‘The police?’ Edward paled slightly.
‘Yes. It goes on to say in the paper – “the police have a clue.”’
Cold shivers ran down Edward’s spine.
‘I don’t like this, Dorothy. Supposing the police get after us.’
Dorothy stared at him with her mouth open.
‘But we haven’t done anything, Ted. We found it in the basket.’
‘And that’ll sound a silly sort of story to tell! It isn’t likely.’
‘It isn’t very,’ admitted Dorothy. ‘Oh, Ted, do you really think it is it? It’s like a fairy story!’
‘I don’t think it sounds like a fairy story,’ said Edward. ‘It sounds to me more like the kind of story where the hero goes to Dartmoor unjustly accused for fourteen years.’
But Dorothy was not listening. She had clasped the necklace round her neck and was judging the effect in a small mirror taken from her handbag.
‘The same as a duchess might wear,’ she murmured ecstatically.
‘I won’t believe it,’ said Edward violently. ‘They’re imitation. They must be imitation.’
‘Yes, dear,’ said Dorothy, still intent on her reflection in the mirror. ‘Very likely.’
‘Anything else would be too much of a – a coincidence.’
‘Pigeon’s blood,’ murmured Dorothy.
‘It’s absurd. That’s what I say. Absurd. Look here, Dorothy, are you listening to what I say, or are you not?’
Dorothy put away the mirror. She turned to him, one hand on the rubies round her neck.
‘How do I look?’ she asked.
Edward stared at her, his grievance forgotten. He had never seen Dorothy quite like this. There was a triumph about her, a kind of regal beauty that was completely new to him. The belief that she had jewels round her neck worth fifty thousand pounds had made of Dorothy Pratt a new woman. She looked insolently serene, a kind of Cleopatra and Semiramis and Zenobia rolled into one.
‘You look – you look – stunning,’ said Edward humbly.
Dorothy laughed, and her laugh, too, was entirely different.
‘Look here,’ said Edward. ‘We’ve got to do something. We must take them to a police station or something.’
‘Nonsense,’ said Dorothy. ‘You said yourself just now that they wouldn’t believe you. You’ll probably be sent to prison for stealing them.’
‘But – but what else can we do?’
r /> ‘Keep them,’ said the new Dorothy Pratt.
Edward stared at her. ‘Keep them? You’re mad.’
‘We found them, didn’t we? Why should we think they’re valuable. We’ll keep them and I shall wear them.’
‘And the police will pinch you.’
Dorothy considered this for a minute or two. ‘All right,’ she said. ‘We’ll sell them. And you can buy a Rolls-Royce, or two Rolls-Royces, and I’ll buy a diamond head-thing and some rings.’
Still Edward stared. Dorothy showed impatience.
‘You’ve got your chance now – it’s up to you to take it. We didn’t steal the thing – I wouldn’t hold with that. It’s come to us and it’s probably the only chance we’ll ever have of getting all the things we want. Haven’t you got any spunk at all, Edward Palgrove?’
Edward found his voice.
‘Sell it, you say? That wouldn’t be so jolly easy. Any jeweller would want to know where I got the blooming thing.’
‘You don’t take it to a jeweller. Don’t you ever read detective stories, Ted? You take it to a “fence”, of course.’
‘And how should I know any fences? I’ve been brought up respectable.’
‘Men ought to know everything,’ said Dorothy. ‘That’s what they’re for.’
He looked at her. She was serene and unyielding.
‘I wouldn’t have believed it of you,’ he said weakly. ‘I thought you had more spirit.’
There was a pause. Then Dorothy rose to her feet.
‘Well,’ she said lightly. ‘We’d best be getting home.’
‘Wearing that thing round your neck?’
Dorothy removed the necklace, looked at it reverently and dropped it into her handbag.
‘Look here,’ said Edward. ‘You give that to me.’
‘No.’
‘Yes, you do. I’ve been brought up honest, my girl.’
‘Well, you can go on being honest. You need have nothing to do with it.’
‘Oh, hand it over,’ said Edward recklessly. ‘I’ll do it. I’ll find a fence. As you say, it’s the only chance we shall ever have. We came by it honest – bought it for two shillings. It’s no more than what gentlemen do in antique shops every day of their life and are proud of it.’
