The little chest had stood at Mademoiselle's bed-head always--she had never seen it moved, or opened.

There was a door leading into the bedroom from the corridor.

Mademoiselle had never left the suite of rooms since her arrival.

She had talked that morning of going for a drive, but rain had begun to fall, and she had stayed in.

Mademoiselle had seemed utterly horrified when she discovered her loss.