When a Man Marries

"Of course he would," Flannigan conceded, looking at me with grudging

approval. "He wouldn't be what I think he is, if he didn't lie up and

down for you." There were voices in the hall. Flannigan came closer.

"An hour ago, you say. And he told me it was gone this morning! It's

a losing game, miss. I'll give you twenty-four hours and then--the

necklace, if you please, miss."