"Colonel Ross, your suspicions are very insulting and entirely unwarranted," said the Widow Gilbert, with a flush on her usually pale cheek. "Of course I knew you would not believe anything against your son, whom you believe to be a model," said Colonel Ross, with a sneer. "So he is* model!" said the widow, warmly. "Then all I can say is that there is a strong reason to suspect that this model son of yours is a thief." "I deny it." "I notice, however, that you are afraid to have the house searched." "I have never expressed any unwillingness." "Then I understand that you give your consent." "Very well. Then allow me to call in a party not interested, who will attend to that duty." Colonel Ross went to the outer door, and, opening it, called: "Constable, you are wanted!" At this s

