Having examined it on the one side, he reversed it on his palm and examined it on the other. Then he took it up, and idly, in abstracted mood, thrust his fingers into it and began pulling it over his hand. The futility of attempting to fit a larger object into a smaller was immediately demonstrated; the kid split obligingly at the seams to accommodate the hand that was never intended to fill it, and John Musgrave, gazing at the mischief he had wrought, beheld his large knuckles bursting through the tear. The new glove was no longer a thing of any value. At the moment of realising what he had done he became aware of a still more disquieting circumstance: the gate behind him clicked and the sound of rapid footsteps fell upon his ear. Hastily, with a change of colour which suggested a conscience not altogether free from guilt, he proceeded to drag the glove off his hand. But the thing resisted stubbornly, and the girl was almost at his elbow. He desisted from his efforts, and swung round and faced her, concealing his hand awkwardly behind his back. There was nothing in the expression of the demure face that met his gaze to betray that the girl had any suspicion why that right arm of his should be doubled behind his back; but to one familiar with Peggy the guilelessness of her look might have suggested knowledge. "I'm sorry to trouble you again," she said softly, "but I have dropped a glove. It's a new glove, and I don't wish to lose it. I thought it might be in the garden, perhaps." Mr Musgrave hesitated, and was lost. He dissembled. To have admitted in the first instance having found the glove, even though he had to confess to having spoilt it, would have been simple, but he had let the opportunity slip; to own to it now would prove embarrassing. He looked with discomfited eyes along the path. "I do not see it," he said. "No," replied Peggy, "neither do I. But I thought..." "Perhaps," said Mr Musgrave quickly, "you left it in the kitchen. I will tell the servants to look. It shall be returned to you." "I had it," Peggy persisted, "when I was talking with you in the hall." "Yes?" he said. "Then--then perhaps it is there. It shall be found." A spirit of wickedness entered into Peggy. "Never mind," she said brightly. "It serves me right if I have lost it. Don't trouble to hunt for it, Mr Musgrave. I came back because I thought I might find it near the gate; but plainly it isn't here. Good-bye again."