“No, ma'am; I know nothing about it.”
“Take care, Dawtie,” said George. “This is a matter that will have to be searched into.”
“When did you last see it, Dawtie?” inquired Alexa.
“The very day my master died, ma'am. He was looking at it, but when he saw I saw him he took it inside the bed-clothes.”
“And you have not seen it since?”
“No, ma'am.”
“And you do not know where it is?” said George.
“No, sir. How should I?”
“You never touched it?”
“I can not say that, sir; I brought it him from his closet; he sent me for it.”