Pamela could see "plumb down" into Bell Bay as she went lower and lower on a slope that rivalled the Beak, but was better holding-ground because of ferns and stubby gorse. It seemed as though you could take a flying jump on to the roof of the Bell House, among the twisted chimneys. She could see the _Messenger_ at her moorings, looking like the loveliest toy--white deck, white hull, and gold line glittering in the sunshine. She saw the dinghy put off from her and come ashore--infinitely tiny, with wee figures rowing, dressed in white, Addie and Crow. She heartily wished that brooch had never been found; or if it was to be found, that it might have been her fate to find it. It was bad luck Adrian coming into the muddle. However, the Countess had only to write to Sir Marmaduke and he could claim the jewel from Auntie A. and settle the whole affair within three days. It was no use bothering about it any longer. In this mood Pamela arrived at home, looking lovely and happy, only to be at once reminded of the business again by Miss Chance’s report. She and Hughie came across the lawn with the others, and the first thing Pam heard was Adrian’s eager information to his mother, who was sitting on the terrace outside the drawing-room windows. "Mother, the Floweret says Auntie A. swears it isn’t hers. She’ll have to give it up." "But is it Lady Shard’s?" asked Mrs. Romilly. "Miss Ashington appeared uncertain as to that--indeed she was a little confused----" "She always is," Adrian interrupted. "Hush, Addie; let Miss Chance tell me what was said." "It really was not easy to gather her opinion, dear Mrs. Romilly, because it seemed that Miss Ashington had been administering a decoction of herbs--I think on Adrian’s advice--to the spaniel. She was anxious and perturbed as she thought the poor dog was suffering." "Oh, laurel water! My only aunt, what a priceless situation!" murmured Adrian, and collapsed on the grass. "I _hope_ he won’t die," said Crow, anxiously. "What did Addie advise?" inquired her mother. Christobel was careful. "Mummy, she told us she was going to make tea out of sage or--I don’t know--some filth she’d heard or read about it. I expect she’s given Charles a dose; I don’t wonder he’s in pain. But, Miss Chance, did she say anything about Lady Shard and the brooch? That is the thing that matters." "I understood her to say that she would inquire, but her conversation was disconnected." "You bet it was," said Adrian from his seat on the edge of the terrace. "We must leave it for the present. There’s the lunch bell--hurry, everybody," advised Mrs. Romilly, getting up and passing an arm through Christobel’s. "Mother, I wish we’d never sent it to Crown Hill," said Crow, as they went in at the big window. "Will you promise to ask about its fate? Don’t let’s lose it. After all, Addie found it, and failing an owner he ought to have it."