In this mode his conversation with his wife one evening rambled; and at the conclusion of his incoherent ejaculations, he started to his feet as if he had made a grand discovery. "By G--, it must be somebody in the house. It must be one of the servants. It must be that girl you have so fondled and caressed. The ungrateful wretch! If I find it out to be her, and I must find it out, I will have her arrested, prosecuted, transported." His wife was terrified. The idea of prosecuting this poor girl, whose life in many respects resembled her own,--the chief point of difference being, in fact, that she had not been able to catch a merchant husband,--told on Mrs. Green's sympathies. Yet, as she said to her husband--if he were right--it was horrid ingratitude in that girl to rob them so--if she had done it. "But suppose," suggested the wife, "we should be mistaken, how cruel will be the suspicions we have engendered!" "Cruel!" exclaimed the husband; "yes, if we are mistaken. But how can we be mistaken?" He ran through the circumstances under which several articles of value had been lost, to show that no friend or acquaintance could have robbed them. Burglary was impossible, because of the frequency, the width of time and occasion, and the comparative smallness, of the plunder. It must, at all events, be one or other of the servants; and he felt it to be his duty to investigate the matter thoroughly. He was determined to do this. It was a duty they owed to themselves, and the other servants, and all their friends, and to the world, that this thief should be detected. Mrs. Green said she could not bring her mind to a prosecution. She said that, at all events, the most she would do was to turn away either of the servants who was discovered. The case was certainly very bad, and the thief deserved all he or she got. The husband reserved his decision. Perhaps, if the wretch confessed, he might be disposed to listen to her appeal for mercy. If that girl (for he persisted it must be her) dared to belie the evidence which must be got against her, he would have no compunction in hanging her. With that kind of rashness or folly which men under such circumstances commit, he turned to his wife, and most unreasonably said to her, "Now, Helen, my dear, you must find out the thief for me. I know it must be that girl. Now, find her out." Among the little trinkets Mrs. Green possessed were a bracelet and a locket, neither ofwhich had hitherto been missed.