When he had finished, Iberville said: "She kept the letter, you say ?" Perrot nodded, and drew the ring from a pouch which he carried.

"I have kept it safe," he said, and held it out.

Iberville took it and turned it over in his hand, with an enigmatical smile.

"I will hand it to her myself," he said, half beneath his breath.
"You do not give her up, monsieur ?" Iberville laughed.

Then he leaned forward, and found Perrot's eyes in the half darkness.