"Then it is all quite easy; and you and I can keep our own counsel." Quite easy, possibly, to the mind of Frances Chenevix. But anything but easy to Alice Dalrymple: for the words of Lady Frances had introduced an idea more repulsive, more terrifying even, than that of suspecting Gerard Hope. Her sister acknowledged that she was in need of money, "a hundred pounds, or so;" nay, Alice had only too good cause to know that previously; and she had seen her come from the back room where the jewels lay. Still--_she_ take a bracelet! Selina! It was preposterous. Preposterous or not, Alice's torment was doubled. Which of the two had been the black sheep? One of them it must have been. Instinct, sisterly relationship, reason, and common sense, all combined to turn the scale against Gerard. But that there should be a doubt at all was not pleasant, and Alice started up impulsively and put her bonnet on. "Where now!" cried Lady Frances. "I will go to Selina's and ask her--and ask her--if--she saw any stranger here--any suspicious person in the hall or on the stairs," stammered Alice, making the best excuse she could make. "But you know you were in or about the drawing-rooms all the time, and no one came into them, suspicious or unsuspicious; so, how will that aid you?" "True," murmured Alice. "But it will be a relief to go somewhere or do something." Alice found her sister at home; had disturbed her, in fact, at a very interesting employment, as the reader may remember. In spite of her own emotional preoccupation, Selina instantly detected that something was wrong; for the suspense, illness, and agitation had taken every vestige of colour from Alice's cheeks and lips. "What can be the matter, Alice?" was her greeting. "You look just like a walking ghost." "I feel that I do," breathed poor Alice, "and I kept my veil down in the street, lest I might be taken for one and scare the people. A great misfortune has fallen upon me, Selina. You saw those bracelets last night, spread out on the table?" "Yes." "They were in my charge, and one of them has been abstracted. It was of great value; gold links, holding diamonds." "Abstracted!" repeated the elder sister, in both concern and surprise, but certainly without the smallest indications of a guilty knowledge. "How? In what manner?" "It is a mystery. I only left the room when I met you on the staircase, and when I went upstairs to fetch the letter for you. Directly after you left, Lady Sarah came up from dinner, and the bracelet was not there." "It is incredible, Alice. And no one else entered the room at all, you say? No servant? no----" "Not any one," interrupted Alice, determined not to speak of Gerard Hope. "Then, child, it is simply impossible," was the calm rejoinder. "It must have fallen on the ground; or been mislaid in some way." "It is hopelessly gone. Do you remember seeing it?" "I do remember seeing amidst the rest a bracelet set with diamonds; but only on the clasp, I think. It----"