Painted Pearls
"I'll have it, Miss Matiwane. Now will you give it to me, or I must retrieve it for myself. Give it here, girl; the whole pouch, if you please."
Reluctantly, she tugged again at the strings round her neck, drawing the pouch forth and laying it upon the table. The inspector reached forward, plucking the little bag up in his large fingers, and unceremoniously emptied its contents. Two shillings and four pennies rolled in opposite directions, winding down to small circles on the incrusted wood. The scrap of paper followed suit, and on top of it all, the little gold cross lay. She held her breath as he picked it up, holding it to the light of the lamp as he squinted at its fine workings. He rubb
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