“Then, Polly, you didn’t take the watch?”
“Me, Sir Orkus!” cried Polly indignantly; “I should think not, indeed. I told him to be off, and he went away in a huff.”
“In a what?”
“A huff, Sir Orkus, a huff—a passion.”
“Oh, I see. And now tell me—be careful. Give me the—the—thank you. Now, Polly, is that anything like the watch?”
“Oh yes, Sir Orkus, that’s the very one. If you open it, you’ll hear it shuts with a very loud snap.”
“So it does,” said the General, putting it to the test. “And now, tell me, when was this? You don’t recollect?”
“Oh yes, I do, Sir Orkus. It was nex’ day after the cricket match, because I was cleaning my best shoes, as I wore at the match, when he come.”
“Very good, Polly,” said the General, rubbing his hands.
“Excellent!” said my uncle; “but that does not prove the man stole it.”