Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 261: what you’re looking at

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the loose bow apart, then let her hand drop without offering to remove the cover; but marble could not have been whiter than the face the man looked upon. ; Without another word he lifted the lid, removed the layer of spotless cotton which he found under- neath, and an involuntary whistle of astonishment broke from him as the sparkle of the brilliant gems caught his eye. Mrs. Stewart sprang forward with acry of delight and amazement. “My necklace!’ she exclaimed, ‘‘Who would have believed it!” Belle and Helena both leaped to their feet, and rushed to her side, with wide eyes and white, tright- ened faces. ‘‘Are you sure that this is your property, madam?” the detective inquired, with his eyes still on Hazel’s face, Beyond her extreme pallor, she was as calm and composed as she had been all through the ordeal, and he could not. help feeling that there was something very mysterious about the affair. “Of course it is mine!’ Mrs. Stewart returned, with some hauteur. “Here are my daughters; ask pate to identify it. Helena, Belle, look and tell ‘im.”’ ; “There ean be no mistake; any one who saw you with it on last night could identify it,’’ Helena said, with calm assurance. “Tt looks exactly like yours, mamina,” Belle con- fessed, in a low, frightened tone, and bestowing a fs op ge glance aie nig im ‘i NO “Well, my young y. what have you to.say it?” the detective sternly questioned. ARAB ALE