Then he prepared to take his leave.
"I will think it all over, ma'am," he remarked, as she gave him her dainty if wrinkled hand to press, "and like as not I'll conjure up some scheme by which we can prove whether Owen is innocent or guilty.

You see I could be hidden in that room and a trap set, you sending him word to call for a package you wished him to deliver.

Then if he went out without even looking into the drawing-room, and yet another of your spoons disappeared, we'd know to a certainty that the trouble lay inside this house." "Hugh, you give me fresh hope!" she cried, with her eyes glistening as though the tears were trying to flow.

"Oh! I would almost pray that something of the sort turned out to be the case, for somehow I have taken a great interest in Owen Dugdale.

I mean later on to find an opportunity to meet that wonderful grandfather of his, for somehow I suspect he may turn out to be an exile of note who has taken this means for hiding his identity.