CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Theft at Drydon Hall casts Suspicion on All
Mr. Povey summoned me to his presence one evening.
“John, we appear to be harbouring a thief.”
“What do you mean, sir?”
“Some objects are missing from these display cases.”
He waved in the correct direction having a good sense of the lay out of his rooms. “Are you certain, sir?”
“Quite certain. See for yourself.”
At first I could see nothing amiss, but closer scrutiny revealed some gaps, the outline of where some articles had rested on the velvet could be discerned by the absence of dust in contrast with the surrounding area.
“When I get my hands on the culprit…”
I knew it was no idle threat coming from Povey.
“Who should we suspect, sir?”
“It looks as if a woman has betrayed me, Margaret…Millie…the new girl Emma? What
