Mattie dropped again into the chair from which she had risen at the appearance of Ann Packet, and struggled with a sense of faintness which came over her. The bad luck that Mrs. Watts had wished had soon stolen on its way towards her. CHAPTER II. STRANGE VISITORS TO GREAT SUFFOLK STREET. Mattie guessed the plan by which the robbery had been effected, and at which Mrs. Watts had connived. Her attention had been distracted by the story that had been fabricated for the purpose, and then the accomplice, on his hands and knees, had stolen snake-like towards the door opening on the stairs, and made short work with everything of value to be found in the upper floors. What was to be done?--what would Mr. Wesden say, he who had never had a robbery committed on his premises during all the long years of his business life, thanks to his carefulness and watchfulness? What would he think of her? Would he believe that she had paid common attention to the shop he had left in trust to her, to be robbed in the broad noonday? What should she do? wait till the shop was closed and then set forth for Camberwell with the bad news, or start at once, leaving Ann Packet in charge, or wait till Mr. Hinchford came home, and ask him to be the mediator? Whilst revolving these plans of action in her mind, the proprietor of the establishment, wearied of his country retirement, walked into the shop. "Oh! sir, something has happened very dreadful!" she exclaimed. Mr. Wesden began to stare over her head at this salutation. "What's that?" he asked. "Some one has been up-stairs this afternoon, broken open the drawers, and the cash-box, and taken the money, eight pounds, nine shillings and sixpence, sir." Mr. Wesden sat down in the chair formerly occupied by Mrs. Watts and tried to arrange his ideas; he stared over Mattie's head harder than ever; he held his own head between his hands, taking off his hat especially for that purpose, and placing it on the counter. "Money taken out of _this_ house?" "Yes." "At _this_ time of day--where were you, Mattie?" "In the shop, sitting here, I believe." "Then they came in at the back, I suppose?" "No, in the front, whilst Mrs. Watts was talking to me." "What Mrs. Watts?--not the woman----" "Yes, yes, the woman who would have tempted me to evil, years ago; she came into the shop this afternoon, and said that my father--as if I'd ever had one, sir!--had been inquiring for me in Kent Street." "This is a curious story," muttered Mr. Wesden. He put on his hat and went up-stairs; it was half an hour, or an hour before he reappeared, looking very grave and stern. "They didn't come in at the back of the house--I can't make it out--eight pounds nine and sixpence is a heavy loss--I'll speak to the policeman."