“No, I couldn't. How could you expect me to remember all the trifles we left about? I daresay I could remember some of them. There was a silver rose-bowl; but it was very thin, and I'm sure it wasn't worth much. And a couple of little hollow statuettes, and some other things. They weren't of any value.”
“What room is this?” Sir Clinton inquired, cutting her eloquence short, as they paused before a fresh door.
“The drawing-room.”
She went in before the others and cast a glance round the room.
“What's that?” she demanded, as though her companions were personally responsible for a sack which stood near one of the windows.
Armadale went swiftly across the room, opened the mouth of the sack and glanced inside.
“It looks like the missing loot,” he remarked. “I can see something like a rose-bowl amongst it, and the head of one of your statuettes. You might look for yourself, Miss Fordingbridge.”
He stood aside to let her inspect the contents of the sack.
“Yes, these are some of the things,” she confirmed at once.
Sir Clinton and Wendover in turn examined the find. The chief constable tested the weight of the sack and its contents.