Downstairs we went, as quickly as some degree of dressing allowed, and found the breakfast-room all confusion, the servants all consternation: the window open as before; the furniture turned about, the ornaments and pictures moved from their places, the books scattered, the papers of the secretary lying unfolded in a heap on the carpet, and a pair of embroidered slippers of Helen Whitney's lying in the basin of water. "What an extraordinary thing!" exclaimed Miss Deveen, while the rest of us stood in silent amazement. Lettice's tale was the same as the previous one. Upon proceeding to the room to put it to rights, she found it thus, and its shutters and glass-doors wide open. There was no trace, except here, of the possible entrance or exit of thieves: all other fastenings were secure as they had been left over-night; other rooms had not been disturbed; and, more singular than all, nothing appeared to have been taken. What could the thieves be seeking? "Shall you call in the police now, ma'am?" asked Cattledon, her tone implying that they ought to have been called in before. "Yes, I shall," emphatically replied Miss Deveen. "Oh!" shrieked Helen, darting in, after making a hasty and impromptu toilet, "look at my new slippers!" After finishing the ferns last night they had neglected to send the basin away. The slippers were rose-coloured, worked with white flowers in floss silk; and the bits of loose green from the ferns floated over them like green weeds on a pond. Helen had bought them when we were out yesterday. "My beautiful slippers!" lamented Helen. "I wish to goodness I had not forgotten to take them upstairs. What wicked thieves they must be! They ought to be hung." "It's to know, mum, whether it _was_ thieves," spoke the cook. "Why, what else can it have been, cook?" asked Miss Deveen. "Mum, I don't pretend to say. I've knowed cats do queer things. We've two on 'em--the old cat and her kitten." "Did you ever know cats unlock a secretary and take out the papers, cook?" returned Miss Deveen. "Well, no, mum. But, on the other hand, I never knowed thieves break into a house two nights running, and both times go away empty-handed." The argument was unanswerable. Unless the thieves had been disturbed on each night, how was it they had taken nothing? Miss Deveen locked the door upon the room just as it was; and after breakfast sent George to the nearest police-station. Whilst he was gone I was alone in the dining-room, stooping down to hunt for a book in the lowest shelf of the book-case, when Janet Carey came in followed by Cattledon. I suppose the table-cover hid me from them, for Cattledon began to blow her up. "One would think you were a troubled ghost, shaking and shivering in that way, first upstairs and then down! The police coming!--what if they are? They are not coming after you this time. There's no money missing now."