“Oh, no, miss!” and Molly’s eyes bulged with such real surprise that there was no doubting her sincerity this time.
“But how could you tell, if the figure was a veiled one?” asked Wise.
“Oh, I could tell it wasn’t Miss Prall,—gracious, no!”
“What was the—the person looking for,—I mean where was the search made?”
“All around.”
“In the desk?”
“Yes, and in the table drawers and the cupboards,—and—and—everywhere.” Molly waved a vague hand about the room.
“And behind the mirror?” Wise sprang this at her suddenly.
The girl’s face blanched. “How—what made you think of that?” she gasped, her voice quaking with fear.
“Ah, that brings back the picture, does it? You saw the—the person, hunting about; you saw him go to the mirror, gaze at it thoughtfully, then unscrew it, and then—then he succeeded in his search? Eh?”