"What are they doing?" demanded Durgo, sharply.
"Packing boxes," came the response, without hesitation; "they talk of going away to-night."
"Where to?"
"I can't say: they don't mention the place. But they leave the Manor-house under cover of darkness to-night."
"Look for the jewels."
"I have looked."
"Where are they?"
"In a small portmanteau, marked with two initials."
"What are the initials?"
"M. F. Oh!" Mrs. Tunks' voice became very weary. "The mist has come on. I can see no more. It is not permitted to know more."