"That being the property of Mrs. Dallas, she had lost it there," interrupted Jen, smartly. "No. I told you also that Isabella had confessed to having dropped it at the time of her midnight visit. But now I know that she told me a lie!"
"Isabella! A lie! Impossible!"
"Not at all," rejoined Jen, coldly. "I can understand her reason for telling the lie. She wanted to shield--"
"Her mother!" cried David, quickly interrupting in his turn.
"Your mind seems to run on the mother, David," said Jen, looking again at Sarby with keen inquisitiveness. "Can you prove by any chance that she committed the crime?"
Sarby flushed and drew back with cold reserve.
"No, Uncle Jen, I can't. I have my suspicions."
"Against Mrs. Dallas?"
"Well, yes; but I can prove nothing against her."
"It pleases you to be mysterious, David. Shortly I shall insist upon an explanation."