“I – brought you – this,” she said, scarcely above a whisper.
He took it from her wonderingly, stripped off the tissue paper and saw the pink elephant.
“Good God!”
He stared at it as if he could not believe it was real.
And then he said,
“Where did you get it? Why have you brought it? Did the Police find out who had taken it?”
His questions were shot at her in a staccato manner like a machine gun.
“C-Cousin F-Felix took it,” she stammered, feeling as if she herself was guilty.
Garland glanced at her from under his eyebrows.
“I imagined he had something to do with it. How did they catch him?”
“They didn’t, if you mean the Police,” Karina replied. “I-I stole it back from him.”
“And brought it out to me,” Garland questioned. “It seems incredible. But sit down, do. You had better te
