He felt his nerve quailing before the terrors of questioning the servants.
Colonel Kingston Bruce threw open the door and led them across the hall. As he did so, a remark came to them clearly through the open door of the room they were approaching, and the voice that uttered it was that of the girl who had come to see them that morning.
“You know perfectly well, mother," she was saying, “that she did bring home a teaspoon in her muff!”
In another minute they were being introduced to Mrs. Kingston Bruce, a plaintive lady with a languid manner. Miss Kingston Bruce acknowledged their presence with a short inclination of the head. Her face was more sullen than ever.
Mrs. Kingston Bruce was voluble.
“...But I know who I think took it," she ended. "That dreadful Socialist young man. He love
