"My bracelet. It was there." Belle held up her wrist. "And now it's gone. Because she took it."

"Gone? Good God." Lord Koorecroft almost dropped the punch ladle. "What are you saying? Her? Took your bracelet? Good God. But that is Lady Armstrong, girl. Have you lost your senses?"

It was a pertinent question. For Belle to blame her showed a dislike and a distrust that was lamentable. Cass had expected to hear someone cry thief. But to know so well who that thief was, ...