"At this time of day—where were you, Mattie?"
"In the shop, sitting here, I believe."
"Then they came in at the back, I suppose?"
"No, in the front, whilst Mrs. Watts was talking to me."
"What Mrs. Watts?—not the woman——"
"Yes, yes, the woman who would have tempted me to evil, years ago; she came into the shop this afternoon, and said that my father—as if I'd ever had one, sir!—had been inquiring for me in Kent Street."
"This is a curious story," muttered Mr. Wesden.
He put on his hat and went up-stairs; it was half an hour, or an hour before he reappeared, looking very grave and stern.
"They didn't come in at the back of the house—I can't make it out—eight pounds nine and sixpence is a heavy loss—I'll speak to the policeman."
Mr. Wesden went in search of a policeman, and presently returned with two members of the official force, with whom he went up-stairs, and with whom he remained some time. After a while Mr. Hinchford, senior, came home, heard the tidings, went into his room, and discovered a little money missing also, besides a watch-chain which he had left at home that day for security's sake, a link having snapped, and repairs being necessary.