She spoke in a loud tone, and the door of Estelle's room, farther down the hall, opened. Estelle looked out. She was in negligee, and she seemed to be suffering. "Has anything happened?" she asked. "Yes," answered Miss Dixon. "Something has happened. Some one has stolen my diamond ring!" "Oh!" gasped Ruth, "you shouldn't say that!" "Say what?" "Stolen. It's such a--such a harsh word." "Well, I feel harsh just now. I'm not going to lose that ring. It was on my dresser when I went down to supper, and now it's gone. It was stolen--or taken, if you like that word better. Perhaps you want me to say it was--borrowed?" and she looked scornfully at Ruth. "It may have slipped down behind your dresser." "I've looked," said Miss Pennington. "You came up here from the table before we did," she went on, addressing Estelle. "Did you see anything of any one in Miss Dixon's room?" "I? No, I saw no one." Estelle was plainly taken by surprise. "Did you go in yourself," asked Miss Dixon brusquely. "Come, I don't mind a joke--if it was a joke--but give me back my ring. I'm going into town, and I want to wear it." "A joke! Give you back your ring! Why, what do you mean?" and Estelle, her face flashing her indignation, stepped out into the hall. "I mean you might have borrowed it," went on Miss Dixon, not a whit daunted. "Oh, it isn't anything. I've often done the same thing myself when we've been playing on circuit. It's all right--if you give things back." "But I haven't taken anything of yours!" cried Estelle. "I never went into your room!" "Perhaps you have forgotten about it," suggested Miss Pennington coldly. "You seem to have a headache, and sometimes those headache remedies are so strong----" "I am tired, but I have no headache," said Estelle simply, "nor have I taken any strong headache remedies, as you seem to suggest. I haven't been walking in my sleep, either. And I certainly was not in your room, Miss Dixon, nor do I know anything about your ring," and with that she turned and entered her room, whence, presently, came the sound of sobbing. For a moment Ruth stood still, looking at the two rather flashy actresses, and wondering if they really meant what they had insinuated. Then Alice's voice was heard calling: "I say, Ruth, are you and Estelle coming? The boys have the auto and they'll take us in. Come on." Ruth did not answer, and Alice came running up the stairs. She came to a halt as she saw the trio standing in the hall. "Well, for the love of trading stamps! what's it all about?" she asked. "Are you posing for Faith, Hope and Charity?" "Certainly not Charity," murmured Ruth. "And I certainly have lost what little faith I had, though I hope I do get my ring back," sneered Miss Dixon. "Your ring? What's the matter?" asked Alice. "Have you lost something?" "My diamond ring was taken off my dresser," said the actress.