IV - The Story of the House––––––––
FROM their nearby rooms Eve and Norma rushed to Vernie’s room.
The child was huddled beneath the bed clothes and at their entrance shot her head out, crying wildly, “Look! Look! The old candlestick!”
Milly came running, in dressing-gown and slippers, and from distant regions came the voices of the men.
“What’s the matter?” asked Gifford Bruce. “Wasn’t that Vernie’s voice?”
“Yes, Uncle Gif,” Vernie called out. “Oh, did you do it?”
“Do what?” and in his hastily donned bath robe, old Mr. Bruce appeared.
“Why,” and Vernie was calm now, “there’s that old candlestick, the one the—the murderer used—on my dresser! Last night I had a little china one!”
“What are you talking about—a murderer! Wake up, child!”
“I’m not asleep. But I see, now. You had this
