CHAPTER XIV
THE WRITING ON THE BRACELETS
In the joy of seeing her father after months of absence Marcia almost forgot the mystery of Benedict’s Folly. Almost—but not quite!
Captain Brett had been at home twenty-four hours, and had had time to give an account of all the intervening weeks, before the subject was broached. Then the next morning, with a great air of mystery, the two girls and Aunt Minerva made him sit down and listen to the entire story. At its conclusion they produced the two filigree bracelets for his inspection.
“H’m!” he exclaimed, and, whistling softly under his breath, examined them with minute care. And then, being a man of few words, he only remarked: “So you think these were once a pair?”
“Why, of course!” cried Marcia. “Don’t you?”
“It looks remarkably like it,
