The girl reined over to where her faithful adjutant stood, led him one side. Her face was troubled.
“Jim——” she began.
“Yes, ma’am?”
“Jim, what’s wrong around Del Sol? Something’s wrong!”
“What is it, Miss Taisie?”
She drew yet closer.
“Some one’s been around the house.”
“What? What’s that?”
“Some one’s been in the house! I don’t know just when. You know my little old trunk—I mean the Spanish-leather box with the big hinges?”
“Why, yes, ma’am. I seen it a hundred times in the front room—seen it just the other day.”