"Now, young woman, attend to me, and mind you speak the truth." Penelope fired up instantly.

"I've never been taught to tell lies Mr.Policeman!--and if father can stand there and hear me accused of falsehood and thieving, and my own bed-room shut against me, and my character taken away, which is all a poor girl has left, he's not the good father I take him for!" A timely word from me put Justice and Penelope on a pleasanter footing together.

The questions and answers went swimmingly, and ended in nothing worth mentioning.

My daughter had seen Miss Rachel put the Diamond in the drawer of the cabinet the last thing at night.

She had gone in with Miss Rachel's cup of tea at eight the next morning, and had found the drawer open and empty.