"You hear what Mrs. Ricket says. I was not here to steal your things."
"Humph! They might have been stolen this morning!" exclaimed Ferris.
"Or last night," added Saunders. "The last I saw of the cuff-buttons was last night, and the pocket-book yesterday noon."
"I don't see how that can be possible," replied Hal, quietly.
"It's easy enough," exclaimed Ferris. "Just because I was home during the afternoon, and you were not, doesn't prove that you didn't take the things."
"No, that doesn't, but something else does," replied Hal.
"What?"
"This newspaper, which was wrapped around the box."
At these words Ferris grew white, and trembled from head to foot.
"What about the paper?" asked Saunders, curiously.