She must have taken it, that's clear, for there hasn't been a soul in that room since she was in it, by her own story, until I went up tonight.

And the brooch is gone, there's nothing surer.

I suppose she has lost it and is afraid to own up for fear she'll be punished.

It's a dreadful thing to think she tells falsehoods.

It's a far worse thing than her fit of temper.