"Never dreamed you'd faint!" exclaimed Chester Danford when she had regained her senses. "Harry and I were sure that a girl who had the nerve to buck the gaming tables like you did could stand a little rough play. Have another nip o' this Scotch!" "No," said Betty firmly, pushing the glass away. "I--I want to think. I came to in the taxi, recognized your voice, and got suspicious. I could have walked into the house--but it was nicer to be carried." Betty looked up at Detective Milholland. "So you--er--squealed, eh?" "I did, Betty," Milholland admitted, accepting the glass Danford offered. "I had to play square with your husband. You know, two wrongs 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.