"She's your sister, isn't she?" said the other.
Bert nodded.
The look of the boy's pale, woe-begone face touched the man's heart, and he said kindly, "I am afraid we've come to bring you trouble, my little man. We have to arrest your sister on the charge of stealing a diamond brooch from the house of Lord Ravenscourt, near Petersfield."
"It's true, she took it," said Bert sadly. "I have it here, and I'll give it to you. But you can't take Prin, for she's gone."
"Gone!" repeated the foremost man sharply. "Where? When?" And he pushed forward into the room.
"She's dead," said Bert.
"Dead!" the two men exclaimed together, in startled tones. They were dismayed and awed. They stood by the door and looked uneasily towards the bed on which the still form lay.
"When did she die?" asked one.
"A few minutes ago," said Bert.
Then the other man walked to the bed and looked closely at Prin, and laid his hand on her forehead.