The lady sat up in bed.
‘You wretch! What on earth do you want?’
‘Plate—jewels—money.’
‘There is my purse on the dressing-table—the plate is in the pantry down stairs.’
‘And in the little secret cupboard at the back of this bed, you know it is, madam.’
The lady uttered a groan.
‘I will trouble you to get up.’
‘Oh, no—no!’
‘But I say, oh, yes—yes. Now if you please.’
Without any further ceremony, Blodget took her by the arms, lifted her out of the bed, and put her on the floor. He then went to the door and cried, in a low tone—