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 of the deft unfastening of her treasured jewel, and its sudden disappearance down a concealing sleeve. At the door he took her hand and kissed it fervently.

"Let me go first, dear," he said, passing in front. "I want to see if the coast is clear. I told the waiter to call a cab."

Feeling more deliciously wicked than ever, Philippa crept through the hall and down the stairs. All was quiet, and with the glee of a schoolboy who successfully carries out a dangerous prank, she sprang into the waiting carriage. 160