"It was yesterday it happened.

She persisted in leaving the spoons just where I saw them.

I advised her to do that, for if they were hidden away we might never discover the thief.

As on the other occasions, Owen came in with a bundle for the Red Cross, sent by the same lady who had intrusted him with a package twice before." "All I can say is, it's getting a heap serious for our new friend, Owen.

Hugh, do you think the poor chap might be what they call a kleptomaniac; that is a person who has an irresistible inclination to take things that don't belong to him, or her, and generally has no use for them after stealing the same?
It's really a disease, I've read.
Some very rich people are affected by it, particularly queer old ladies." "You're jumping ahead too fast, Thad," remonstrated Hugh, chidingly.
"I haven't admitted yet that I suspect Owen more than I did before.