“Are they there now?”
“No, they are not.”
“Aha! What did I tell you?”
“But they are not there, because when I visited the library late last night, I took them away to my room for better protection of them.”
“Oh!” Potter looked deeply chagrined.
“You have them safe, then?”
“Oh, yes, quite safe, thank you.”
“Well, all the same,” went on the sheriff, doggedly, “Mr Granniss thought they were there, and went down to steal them.”
“Maybe Martha was there on the same errand,” said Dunn, thoughtfully.
“Don’t you dare say a word against that pore dead child,” cried Hannah, resenting at once any aspersion of her friend. “She would never dream of such a thing.”