"It's the one I gave him. You remember that you came to see me before
you went downstairs; when you went out, did you see anything lying on
the floor just outside my room?"
"Not that I'm aware of. Why?"
"Did you see that locket?"
"I certainly didn't; why am I being cross-examined?"
"Do you know anything about a maid in your employ named Simmons?"
"I don't; is there such an one?"
"Almost directly after you had gone a maid, who said that her name was
Simmons, came into the room with that locket in her hand, and said that
she'd picked it up off the floor just outside my room. Margaret, how
could that locket have got there?"
"I don't believe it was there when I went out; I remember, quite well,
looking up and down to see who was about. I could hardly have helped
seeing it if it was there. But what's the mystery?"
"When we became engaged, we gave each other a locket; here's the one he
gave me, that's the one I gave him; he said that it should never leave
him. The last time I saw him--you know, I told you all about it--I
showed him my locket, where it was; he put his finger inside his
collar, he hooked up that chain, and on it was that locket; he declared
it had never left him since he had had it, and that it never should. I
am quite sure that he took it away with him that night; how came it to
be on the floor outside my door?"
"It does seem odd."
"I should say it's as certain as anything could be, that that
locket has been with him all the time he's been away. As you know,
I've had no communication with him of any sort or kind, in spite
of all my efforts; I've not had the faintest clue to his whereabouts.
Isn't it an extraordinary thing that that locket--from which he was
inseparable--should be picked up on the floor just outside my room by a
complete stranger, especially as it couldn't have been there before she
came on the scene, or you'd have noticed it?"
"Simmons? I don't remember the name; and I rather pride myself on the
fact that I do know the names of all the maids. Perhaps she came with
one of the other women."
"No, she told me that she had been here only a few days, and that she
came with some other new servants last week from town. Margaret, I've a
feeling that that woman brought the locket with her; that she'd never
found it as she pretended, that she knows more about it than she chose
to say--the feeling was strong on me as she stood there with her
smiling face. This locket came into her possession in some queer way. I
saw it on her face, although she kept on smiling. If I hadn't been
going down to the dance, I'd have had it out of her."
"Had what out of her?"
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