But a vague uneasiness filled his mind, for he knew she had the same craving as he for what gleamed out of these somber trays.

The old Galician jeweler had long been quite a friend of hers, she had often dropped in at his shop to ask him curious questions about his women patrons.

And it was just this side of him that Roger did not care for.

So many of those women were from a dubious glittering world, and the old Galician took a weird vicarious joy in many of the gay careers into which he sent his beloved rings, his brooches, earrings, necklaces, his clasps and diamond garters.

And Laura loved to make him talk....