"Why don't you ask me the result of my work the last few weeks?" I
asked.
"What do you mean?"
I had brought for the purpose, that report of Mr. Dunsany's in which
Foxy had told how the theft of Irma's pearls had been accomplished. I
explained to Irma how this report had been secured, and then I read it
to her. Joy and horror struggled together in her face.
"You knew this long ago!" she cried accusingly. "Why didn't you tell
me before?"
"Roland forbade it. I am breaking my word to him in telling you now."
"He no longer cares then what I think!"