“I did, and he said he was sure he wasn’t mistaken, because he had taken the order himself.”
“From you?”
“No, from Margaret.”
“Then it’s all right,” said Thaddeus; “it’s a clew that fits very nicely into my theory of our recent household disturbances. If you will wait, I think things will begin to develop very shortly, and then we shall be able to dismiss this indictment against the cat we thought we heard last night.”
“Do you think Margaret is dishonest?”
“I don’t know,” said Thaddeus. “I shouldn’t be surprised if she had friends with taking ways; in other words, my dear, I suspect that Margaret is in league with people outside of this house who profit by her mistaken notions as to how to be generous; but I can’t prove it yet.”
“But what are you going to do?”
“Set a watch. I have sent for a detective,” said Thaddeus.
This was too much for Bessie. She was simply overcome, and she sat squarely down upon the arm-chair, which fortunately was immediately behind her. I think that if it had not been, she would have plumped down upon the floor.
“Detective!” she gasped.