‘It’s gone!’ he ejaculated, in some surprise.
‘Try the next,’ suggested Maud.
‘No good,’ he answered, shaking his head. ‘’Twas only the day I left, that I locked up the letters about Tor’s business in the opposite drawer, where I keep everything relating to him; and I opened this one too, and saw old Maynard’s letter lying with yours, strapped together. I could take my oath of it.’
‘Witchcraft!’ said Maud; and then her face grew grave suddenly, and she added significantly: ‘Witchcraft, or Aunt Celia.’
‘Couldn’t have been Aunt Celia. The drawer was locked,’ said Tor.
‘Then it must have been a ghost,’ said Maud seriously. ‘For nobody else could have opened a locked drawer.’
The two looked at each other in silence.
‘You think her capable of such an act?’
‘She is capable of anything.’
Tor considered, and failed to see any motive for the robbery.