"You know Naball's theory that the man who stole the diamonds committed the murder," said Eugénie. "You think Malton is guilty of the murder, why not of the robbery also? He was present at the supper-party, and knew where the jewels were kept." Kitty drew her brows together and was about to speak, when Meg held up her doll for inspection. "Look at the locket," she said triumphantly; "it's like Bliggings's locket--all gold." Kitty smiled, and touched the so-called locket, which was in reality part of a gold sleeve-link, and was tied round the neck of the doll with a bit of cotton. "Who gave you this?" she said. "Bliggings?" "No; Meg found it herself, here, after the man had got out of the window." Eugénie gave a cry, and started up, but Kitty in a moment had seized the doll, and wrenched off the gold link which Meg called the locket. "When did you find this, Meg?" she asked the child in a tone of suppressed excitement. "After the man went out of the window," said Meg proudly. "In the dark?" asked her mother. "No, when Meg was dressed, and the sun was shining," said Meg, trying to get back the locket. "Wait a moment, dear," said Kitty, pushing the child away. "Miss Rainsford, do you know what this link means?" "I half guess," faltered Eugénie, clasping her hands. "Then you guess right," cried Kitty, raising herself on her elbow. "It means that the man who stole the jewels dropped this link, and I know who he is, because I gave it to him myself." "Keith?" said Eugénie faintly. "Keith!" repeated Caprice in a tone of scorn. "No; not Keith, whom I have suspected wrongfully all these months, but my very good friend, Hiram J. Fenton." "Fenton!" echoed Eugénie in surprise. "Yes; he must have committed the crime," said Kitty in anger, grinding her teeth. "The coward, he knew I suspected Keith, and let another man bear the stigma of his crime. I spared Keith when I thought him guilty, because he saved my child's life; but I'll not spare Fenton now I know he is a thief." "What will you do?" asked Eugénie quickly. "What will I do!" cried Caprice, with a devilish light shining in her beautiful eyes. "I'll put him in prison--ring the bell for pen, ink, and paper--I'll write him to come down here to-night to see me; and when he comes, I'll have Naball waiting to arrest him." "But Keith?" faltered Eugénie. "As for Keith," said Caprice, throwing herself back in the bed, "I'm sure he'll soon be free, for it's my belief that Fenton stole the diamonds, but was too cowardly to commit a murder. No; he did not do it himself, but he got some one else to do it." "And that some one?" cried Eugénie. "Is Evan Malton," said Caprice solemnly. CHAPTER XXVIII. MALTON MAKES A DISCOVERY.