But who it was, or when, or how, neither of us knows.

We shall have to make inquiry, and see if any of the servants know anything of it." We all stood silent for several seconds.

It seemed a long time.

The first to speak was the Detective, who said in an unconscious way: "Well, I'm damned! I beg your pardon, miss!" Then his mouth shut like a steel trap.
We called up the servants, one by one, and asked them if they knew anything of some articles placed in a drawer in the boudoir; but none of them could throw any light on the circumstance.

We did not tell them what the articles were; or let them see them.
Mr.Corbeck packed the lamps in cotton wool, and placed them in a tin box.