“Why,” she cried, “you were there! You saw it happen. Gran gave me the necklace, right before everybody. Didn’t you hear me ask her if it was _really_ mine, and hear her say it was? It was only the imitation one, of course, but she thought it was the real one. The real one was right in Bruce’s pocket where it belonged. So all I had to do was to tell him to keep the necklace. That’s what I said in my note to him. And poor old Bill didn’t see it for about five minutes after it happened.” There wasn’t much to say after that. I could see how horribly tired she was--could any one wonder?--and I suggested presently that she go back to my couch and take another nap while we waited for Bill to come with the parson and the license. She took to the suggestion readily. “We’re supposed to be pretty wild,” she observed, referring, I suppose, to her generation, “but I don’t believe we like it quite as wild as this. It’s over, anyhow. There isn’t anything more that can happen now.” With that, being the perfectly healthy young animal that she was, she fell contentedly asleep. I’m not so young and my nerves don’t bear stretching so easily. So for a good while I sat watching her, thinking over the story she’d told me, fitting it in with what I’d already known of the queer series of happenings which had so disturbed and mystified me during the past three days. I had it all now, hadn’t I? Well no, not quite. I didn’t know yet who’d stolen the imitation necklace in the first place and then incomprehensibly brought it back. It didn’t matter much, though, did it? Old Eagle-Eye thought it did. Probably old Mrs. Corbin herself had mislaid the necklace or hidden it somewhere, perhaps under the influence of her drug, and under the same influence, restored it, the way it happened in _The Moonstone_. Yes, but how about Punch’s man in pajamas?--Oh, well, Punch might have dreamed him. With dreams in my mind I must have fallen asleep myself, just then, in my chair. What wakened me was the persistent ringing of a telephone bell. It hadn’t wakened Judy, so I hobbled over to the instrument as quickly as I could and answered it. “This is Alexander Corbin,” I heard the voice say. “I’m afraid I’ve wakened you. I want to tell you that Bruce Applebury was robbed last night of the Corbin necklace.” “Robbed!” I repeated stupidly. “How?” “He tells a very queer story. He came to my room with it just now. I’ll give you the details later. I’m talking on Victoria’s phone. She wants me to ask whether you happen to know anything of the whereabouts of young William Grant?” “Not precisely,” I said. “I can give you some news of him, though. Shall I come up to The Oaks?” “I wish to heaven you would!” Alec exclaimed. “And the quicker you get here, the better.” CHAPTER XIV A POINT OF HONOR I heard a sudden move from Judy on the couch and looked around at her. She was sitting bolt upright, gazing at me wide-eyed. “Has something happened to Bill?” she asked.