As Jinny herself was curious enough to
stroll along about this time, I held it out where we both could see
it and draw our conclusions.
It was a plain gold circlet set with a single small ruby. It was
cut through and twisted out of shape, just as I had anticipated;
and as I examined it I wondered what part it had played and was
yet destined to play in the drama of Veronica Jeffrey's mysterious
life and still more mysterious death. That it was a factor of some
importance, arguing some early school-girl love, I could but gather
from the fact that its removal from her finger was effected in
secrecy and under circumstances of such pressing haste. How could
I learn the story of that ring and the possible connection between
it and Mr. Jeffrey's professed jealousy of his wife and the
disappointing honeymoon which had followed their marriage? That
this feeling on his part had antedated the ambassador's ball no one
could question; but that it had started as far back as the wedding
day was a new idea to me and one which suggested many possibilities.
Could this idea be established, and, if so, how? But one avenue of
inquiry offered itself. The waiter, who had been spirited away so
curiously immediately after the wedding; might be able to give us
some information on this interesting point.
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