Blue eyes and diamonds
never make one right. So Chester and I framed it up to have one of my
own men slip into the house and get the phony necklace. Knowing, of
course, that you would phone me, I waited for the call, then hurried
to meet you. There, on the bridge, we went through the little play
suggested by Chester--and threw the paste necklace into the river!"
"Uh, huh." Betty's blue eyes were thoughtful. "Then, Chester, that
story you gave me about Uncle Abe spilling the beans was all a fake?"
"All except that I did redeem your necklace, hon. It was the real one
that I showed you to-night at the table. Gosh, you looked so sick I
felt sorry for you. If you hadn't got out so quick I'd have given in
and told you the truth. Well, it's over now; here--" Danford took out
the diamond necklace, but Betty waved it away.
"You keep it awhile," she said, rising. "I'm not going to wear it
until--until I feel that I deserve it. As for you, Harry Milholland,
I'm just going to murder you the first day I have time. Moreover, you
remember that this afternoon I was so grateful to you that I blew you a
kiss? Well, I want it back!"
Before the astonished detective could move to prevent her, Betty kissed
him smack on the lips. Then she slipped into her husband's arms.
THE END.