Tuke stole a glance at Miss Royston, humbly and dumbly inviting her to endorse or quash this opinion. She was rigidly silent.
“Well?” he asked, not in the least knowing what he was inquiring about.
“Why, I’ve said it,” exclaimed the other. “We needn’t grub under the floors, when, by your own account, the boards have been had up already.”
“By Whimple’s account,” said Tuke. “But, you’re right. The rogues would have searched thoroughly where they did search.”
“Then, where to look?”
“I propose we each take two or three rooms to a share; investigate as we will, and meet and compare notes at dinner-time.”
“Capital. What d’ye say, Angel?”
“Oh! you can leave me out of the question.”
“What! you ain’t goin’ to take part in the fun?”
“I have contributed my mite to it, by serving as butt to the witticisms of two ingenious gentlemen.”