"That is the
humiliating part of it. They evidently didn't like our things."
"How do you know that you had burglars, if they took nothing away?"
Lessingham enquired.
"So practical!" Philippa murmured. "As a matter of fact, I heard
some one moving about, and I rang the alarm bell. Mills was
downstairs almost directly and we heard some one running down the
drive. The French windows were open, a chair was overturned in the
library, and a drawer in my husband's desk was wide open."
"The proof," Lessingham admitted, "is overwhelming. You were visited
by a burglar. Does your husband keep anything of value in his desk?"
"Henry hasn't anything of value in the world," Philippa replied
drily, "except his securities, and they are at the bank."
"Without going so far as to contradict you," Lessingham observed, with
a smile, "I still venture to disagree!"
CHAPTER XI
Sir Henry stepped back from the scales and eyed the fish which they
had been weighing, admiringly.
"You see that, Mills? You see that, Jimmy?" he pointed out. "Six
and three-quarter pounds! I was right almost to an ounce. He's a
fine fellow!"
"A very extraordinary fish, sir," the butler observed. "Will you
allow me to take your oilskins? Dinner was served nearly an hour
ago."
Sir Henry slipped off his dripping overalls and handed them over.
Pages:
78
79
80
81
82
83
84
85
86
87
88
89
90
91
92
93
94
95
96
97
98
99
100
101
102