"What do you want to know, Miss Butterworth?"
"Whether she has in her keeping some half dozen rings of considerable value."
"Oh! she could conceal rings so easily."
"She does conceal them; I have no more doubt of it than I have of my standing here; but I must know it before I shall feel ready to call the attention of the police to her."
"Yes, we should both know it. Poor girl! poor girl! to be suspected of a crime! How great must have been her temptation!"
"I can manage this matter, Miss Althorpe, if you will entrust it to me."
"How, Miss Butterworth?"
"The girl is ill; let me take care of her."
"Really ill?"
"Yes, or will be so before morning. There is fever in her veins; she has worried herself ill. Oh, I will be good to her."