Do you recognise the perfume ?" She took it from his fingers gingerly, a soft flush of interest suffusing her cheek.

Before she replied, she held the dainty bit of lace to her straight little nose.
"You are very sentimental," she said at last.

"Would you care to keep it?
It is of no value to me." "Thanks, I will keep it." "I've changed my mind," she said inconsequently, stuffing the fabric in her gauntlet.

"You have something else in that pocketbook that I should very much like to possess." "It can't be that Bank of England--" "No, no! You wrapped it in a bit of paper last week and placed it there for safe keeping." "You mean the bullet ?" "Yes.

I should like it.