"I am afraid I am interrupting your writing, but--" I looked round. She was standing up, nervously playing with her rings. "But--I know I am not supposed to--but I know what happened last night; Aurelia told me." "It is very sad, isn't it?" I said. "But cheer up. I dare say we may get them back yet." And I nodded confidentially at her. "In the mean time, you know, you must not talk of it to any one." "Do you suspect any one in particular?" she asked, very earnestly, coming a step nearer. I hardly knew what to say. Carr, I need hardly mention, I had never suspected for a moment; but Charles--Marston had evidently believed what Charles had said, but I am by nature more cautious and less credulous than Marston. Besides, I had not forgiven Charles yet for trying to incriminate Carr. Not knowing what to say, I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. "You do suspect some one, then?" "My dear young lady," I replied, "when jewels are stolen, one naturally suspects some one has taken them." "So I should imagine. Whom do you naturally suspect?" I could not tell her that I more than suspected Charles. "I know nothing for certain," I said. "But you have a suspicion?" "I have a suspicion." She went to the door to see if it were shut, and then came back and said, in a whisper: "So have I." "Perhaps we suspect the same person?" I said. She did not answer, but fixed her dark eyes keenly on mine. I had never noticed before how dark they were. I saw then that she knew, and that she suspected Charles, just as Sir George had done. I nodded. "Nothing is proved," I said. "I dared not say even as much as this before," she continued, hurriedly. "It is only the wildest, vaguest suspicion. I have nothing to take hold of. It is so horrible to suspect any one; but--" She stopped suddenly. Her quick ear had caught the sound of a distant step coming across the hall. In another moment Aurelia came in. "Are you there, Evelyn?" she said. "I was looking for you, to ask where the time-table lives. I want to look out my journey for to-morrow. Ralph ought to do it, but he is up-stairs," with a little pout. "You ought not to have quarrelled with him until he had made it out for you," said Evelyn, smiling. "It is a very cross journey, isn't it? Let me see. You are going to your uncle in Dublin, are not you? You had better go to London, and start from there. It will be the shortest way in the end." The two girls laid their heads together over the Bradshaw, Evelyn's dark-soft hair making a charming contrast to Aurelia's yellow curls. At last the journey was made out and duly written down, and a post-card despatched to the uncle in Dublin. "Have you seen Ralph anywhere?" asked Aurelia, when she had finished it. "I am afraid I was a little tiny wee bit cross to him this morning, and I am so sorry."