Chapter ONE - Weebly

cheek. “It was oval,” she said in a low voice. “With a
gold setting. There was a large round ruby in the center,
and it was surrounded by small diamonds. And then
around them were more rubies. Small ones.” The ghost
of a smile touched her lips and was gone. “It was my
mistress’s favorite. Mine, too.”
“Is there anything else you can tell me about it?”
Ethan asked.
The girl shook her head.
“It belonged t’ Jennifer’s grandmother,” William
said. “Missus Berson’s mother. Her initials are etched in
th’ back: CN. Caroline Neale.”
“I didn’t know that,” the girl whispered.
“I’ve worked in this house a good many years,”
William said, eyeing Ethan. “Little escapes my notice.”
Ethan heard a warning in the words. He held the
man’s gaze until at last the servant looked away. After
thanking the girl, he allowed William to lead him to the
entrance.
“Th’ brooch is worth more than they’re paying ya,”
the Scotsman said, as Ethan stepped past him out into
the cool twilight air.