Not a servant in the room, remember, from the moment I took it off until I got up from the piano and found it missing.

It's your guests you've got to look after, Mrs.Lawrence, sorry to say it though I am." Mrs.Lawrence managed here, through sheer loss of breath on the part of her assailant, to interpose a tearful protest.
"I am quite sure," she protested feebly, "that there is not a person in this house who would dream of stealing anything, however valuable it was.

I am most particular always about references." "Valuable, indeed!" Mrs.Fitzgerald continued with increased volubility.
"I'd have you understand that I am not one of those who wear trumpery jewelry.

Thirty-five guineas that bracelet cost me if it cost a penny, and if my husband were only at home I could show you the receipt." Then there came an interruption of almost tragical interest.

Mrs.
Fitzgerald, her mouth still open, her stream of eloquence suddenly arrested, stood with her artificially darkened eyes riveted upon the stolid, self-composed figure in the doorway.