parlor. She might have heard me, you know, when I went out to look at the door."

"Sure enough," I replied. "If that is all I will get it out of her right away.'

There was no

We returned to our rooms. one in the parlor. Winnie looked into the bedrooms. Only Milly sleeping peacefully, and Winnie stepped to the match box, took the key, and opened the safe. I do not know what she expected to find, but she looked disappointed.

"Did you think the thief would help himself again in broad daylight?" I asked. "No," Winnie replied shortly.

At that instant Cynthia entered, flushed, and as it seemed to me triumphant. Mr. Mudge wants to see you, Winnie, in Madame's private library," she announced importantly. "Who is Mr. Mudge?" Winnie asked.

"He is Madame's lawyer. The keenest, shrewdest man you ever saw, with little gimletty eyes that bore the truth right out of you; and such a cross-questioner! If you have a secret, he knows it the minute he looks at you, and makes you tell it, in spite of yourself, the first time that you open your mouth. You need not try to keep your suspicions to yourself, they will be out before you can say Jack Robinson."

Winnie gave a little sigh.

"And you say

he wants to see me?" she asked, rising with a palpable effort.

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'Yes, he wants to question us each separately, to see if our testimony agrees, I suppose. He asked Madame, as I went in, if she had kept us apart since the robbery to guard against any collision-I think that was the word!"

"Collusion," I corrected.

"No matter; he meant that we might have hatched up a story between us, but Madame assured him that we were all honorable girls and incapable of such a thing."

"Of course," he replied, "unless they happen to know or suspect the culprit, and wish to shield her. In such cases, I have known the most religious young persons to lie like a jockey."

Winnie left the room, throwing me a look of piteous appeal as she did so, which I understood to beg me to find out all I could from Cynthia. I rocked silently for a few moments, to disclaim all eagerness, and then said casually: "I don't believe you would ever lie to save a friend." This in a propitiating tone, adding to myself, "you would be much more likely to tell a lie to get one into trouble.”

Cynthia could not hear the thought, and she stretched herself luxuriously on the divan. "No," she replied, "I don't make any pretense of being good; but I wouldn't do that. Whenever the Hornets got into scrapes, I always told. Madame could depend on me for that. It is sneaky not to be willing to take the consequences. Besides, you get off a great deal easier if you own up; and others will be sure to throw the blame on if you are not smart enough to get ahead of them."

you

How I despised her. "I wonder if she thinks she is in danger of being called in question for this crime," I thought, "and has made haste to accuse some one else."

"You said you meant to keep your testimony until the end, so I suppose you did not tell Mr. Mudge your suspicions," I remarked. "Didn't I just say that I did tell him?"

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Well, as they are only suspicions I presume he paid no attention to them. Lawyers generally tell witnesses to confine their testimony to facts."

"But I had facts, suspicious facts; not ideas of my own, but important circumstantial evidence."

"Indeed!" I purposely threw as much in

credulity as I could into the way in which I uttered the word.

Cynthia sprang from the lounge, her eyes flashing with anger. "Yes, indeed; very

awkward facts for your precious friend Winnie to explain away.'

Winnie!" I exclaimed, and then laughed outright.

Cynthia was furious.

"What do you say to

this Tib Smith? I saw Winnie, with my own eyes, come into this room in her nightgown, with a lighted candle in her hand, carefully close all the doors, and—”

"Pooh! that's nothing," I replied cheerfully. "I was awake; I saw her, too. She merely crossed the room to see whether the corridor-door was locked."

'Yes, and after that?"

"Came back to bed again."

"There you are telling a fib to save your friend. She did not go back immediately. I was awakened by her softly closing my door, I got up and peeked through the keyhole, and I saw her open the safe and rummage around in it for quite a while, undoubtedly possessing herself of the money. Then she locked it and hurried back to her room looking as frightened as the criminal she was."

"It is not so! It is a wicked, cruel falsehood!" Milly cried, springing into the room. I had forgotten her presence in the bedroom and Cynthia of course did not know of it. Cynthia was taken aback for a moment. "I will tell you why I know it was so," she said at length.

After Winnie went back to

the room, and before any one else could have entered the parlor, I examined the safe and the money was gone."

"That proves nothing," I said; "it was probably taken before Winnie opened the safe."

"Then she knew of the robbery in the morning before the rest of you, and never told." "You knew and never told either," said Milly.

"I was waiting for the proper time," replied Cynthia. "If Winnie did not take that money then she suspects who did. If she does not tell Mr. Mudge her suspicions, she is trying to shield the guilty person, and the—the shielder is as bad as the thief."

"There is no proverb that says so," I replied; “beside, "beside, you have proved nothing. If all that you say is true-and I don't mind telling you, Cynthia Vaughn, that I am not entirely sure of that-if what you say is true,