That chambermaid can tell you that Mademoiselle's scarcely left her rooms since then, and it's an absolute mystery to me that any person could get in here, open this box, and abstract its contents.

As I say--if anybody wanted to steal her jewels, why didn't he pick up this box and carry it bodily off instead of hanging about to pick the lock?
I don't believe--" "Ah, quite so!" interrupted Fullaway.

"I quite agree with you.

Now, at what time did Mademoiselle announce the loss of her jewels ?" "Oh, about--say, an hour ago.

This chambermaid--she's there in the bedroom now--was helping her to dress for the concert.
She--Mademoiselle--went to this box to get out what ornaments she wanted.
According to the girl, she let out an awful scream, and, just as she was, rushed to the head of the main stairs--these rooms, as you see, are on our first floor--and began to shout for me, for anybody, for everybody.
The hall below was just then full of people--coming in and out of the dining-room and so on.