“The jewels haven’t been turned over to me yet. I shan’t get them until tonight.”
“How is that?”
“Well, you see they’ve been kept in a safety deposit box in another town. Mrs. Willoughby had to go after them today.”
“I should have thought you would have gone with her. I know I couldn’t have waited.”
“I did want to go, but Mrs. Willoughby went with a friend of hers—a Mrs. Potter. I’m not very crazy about her, and, anyway, there wasn’t room in her coupé. I’ll see the jewels tonight.”
“Then you’ll have to keep them in the cottage all night!”
“I suppose so.”
“But aren’t you afraid, Emily?”
“Yes, it does make me a trifle uneasy. But I guess they’ll be safe enough. No one knows I’m inheriting them except you and Mrs. Potter.”
“Oh, they’ll probably be safe enough for one night,” Nancy returned, for she did not wish to alarm Emily; “but it seems a shame they couldn’t have been left in the safety deposit vault. Then there couldn’t be any risk.”
“That would have been wiser, I suppose,” Emily said thoughtfully. “I wish now I’d told Mrs. Willoughby to leave them in the bank vault, but I’ve been perfectly crazy to see them.”
“Can’t you telephone her?”
“I’m afraid it’s too late. She’ll be on her way home by this time.”