In any case, these must be restored to the place from which Oola had taken them.
She lifted herself to the window-sill as Oola had done, and in a moment was inside the room.

It had been an easy enough business, only that in clutching the window frame, the jagged end of the splinter she had run into her hand caught and tore her flesh.

The room was of course empty.
She lifted a candle--which, with matches, stood on the dressing table--and put back the watch and chain, and the key now separate from them.

That fact would show Maule that it had been tampered with.

But she must find some more exact means of conveying what had happened.
Premature action on his part might give the alarm.