Young Baxter started to his feet. "It isn't possible this Storm girl who's been working here is—Jenny Regan?"
Grimes nodded. "Jenny Regan is one of her aliases. It's a matter of police record. You knew this, didn't you?" He turned to Betty, whose cheeks were aflame with anger.
"Yes, I knew it," she flung back, "and what is more——"
"You knew she was a thief and a pickpocket?" he added.
With an effort the girl checked herself and stood panting.
"If your lordship will give me a few moments," she said in a low tone, "I can make everything clear. You don't mind, Bob? Just a few moments?"
Baxter bowed to her wish. "Of course I don't mind. Come on," he said to Grimes.
"Not I," refused the latter. "Miss Thompson says she can make things clear to his lordship. So can I. His lordship's purse was stolen by Hester Storm, alias Jenny Regan, but this young woman," he swept Betty with a cruel look, "was an accessory after the fact."
"You miserable hound!" roared Bob.
And the bishop said solemnly: "My dear sir, you are making an incredible accusation. Miss Thompson is a lady—a friend of mine. I knew her estimable father."