This could only have been done by the mantilla which, she distinctly remembered, had been laid neatly on top the afternoon before, so as to be ready for work in the morning.
"He's got it," she exclaimed in an excited tone, replacing the lid.
"I'll stake my life he stole it, the dirty cur! He's done it to get even with her.

She'll be back in a little while, half distracted.

There is going to be trouble, plenty of it.

I'll have Stephen here right away, and we'll talk it over.

I can take care of her when she's inside these rooms, but what if that man waylays her on the street and raises a row, and she goes back to him to smooth over things?
This has got to stop.
She won't live the month out if he gets to hounding her again, and now he's found out where she is, I shan't have a moment's peace.