The Missing Necklace! (Part 8)
Her husband, already half undressed, inquired:
"What is the matter?"
She turned madly toward him.
"I have--I have--I no longer have Madame Forestier's necklace."
He stood up, distracted.
"What!--how!--it is impossible!"
They looked in the folds of her dress, in the folds of her cloak, in the
pockets, everywhere. They could not find a trace of it.
"You are sure you still had it when you left the ball?"
"Yes. I felt it on me in the vestibule at the palace."
"But if you had lost it in the street we should have heard it fall. It
must be in the cab."
"Yes. That's probable. Did you take the number?"
"No. And you, you did not notice it?"
They looked at each other thunderstruck. At last Loisel put on his
"I am going back," said he, "over every foot of the way we came, to see
if I cannot find it."
So he started. She remained in her ball dress without strength to go to
bed, sitting on a chair, with no fire, her mind a blank.
Her husband returned about seven o'clock. He had found nothing.
He went to police headquarters, to the newspapers to offer a reward, to
the cab companies, everywhere, in short, where a trace of hope led him.
She watched all day, in the same state of blank despair before this
下期续 to be continued.
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