And," concluded the manager, with a sympathetic glance at the detectives, "since they came Mademoiselle has done nothing but insist on arresting every soul within these walls--she seems to think there's a universal conspiracy against her." "Exactly," said Fullaway.

"It is precisely what she would think--under the circumstances.

Now let us see this chambermaid." The manager opened the door of the bedroom, and called in a pretty, somewhat shy, Scotch damsel, who betrayed a becoming confusion at the sight of so many strangers.

But she gave a plain and straightforward account of her relations with Mademoiselle since the arrival of yesterday.

She had been in almost constant attendance on Mademoiselle ever since her election to the post of temporary maid--had never left her save at meal-times.