Be quick, or she'll be
off!"
"I understand you give her in charge?"
"Of course I do."
A brisk walk of two or three minutes, and they had caught up Ida,
who turned at the sound of the quick footsteps, and stood in
surprise.
"This lady charges you with stealing some articles of hers," said
the constable, looking from face to face. "You must come with me to
the station."
Ida blanched. When the policeman had spoken, she turned to Harriet,
and gazed at her fixedly. She could neither speak nor move. The
constable touched her arm impatiently. Her eyes turned to him, and
she began to walk along by his side.
Harriet followed in silence. There were not many people on the way
to the police-station in King's Road, and they reached it speedily.
They came before the inspector, and the constable made his report.
"Have you got this brooch?" asked the inspector, looking at Ida.
Ida put her hand into one of her jacket-pockets, then into the
other, and from the second brought out the object in question. It
was of gold, and had been given by Julian to his wife just after
their marriage. As she laid it before her on the desk, she seemed
about to speak, but her breath failed, and she clutched with her
hands at the nearest support.
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