I don't like him." "Neither do I, Thomas!" murmured Kitty, forgetting all about her hunger.

Not a word about her sapphires, though.

Did she see but the surface of things?
Was there something deeper?
She stole back up-stairs.

As she reached the upper landing, some one brushed past her, swiftly, noiselessly.

With the rush of air which followed the prowler's wake came a peculiar sickish odor.