"It was a two-legged cat!" replied Mrs. Wilson significantly.
Bert reddened in spite of himself, and tried to look unconscious. He saw that Mrs. Wilson was on the point of making a discovery, and that suspicion was likely to fall upon him. This he could clear up, but it would be at the expense of the poor fellow who was asleep upstairs.
"But how could anybody get into the house?" asked Silas. "The doors were locked, weren't they?"
"Yes, Silas. In forty years I have never failed to lock the door before I went to bed."
"Then I don't see——"
"Nor I—yet!" said Mrs. Wilson significantly, and Bert thought—but he may have been mistaken—that her eyes turned for a moment in his direction.
"At any rate it isn't much of a loss. Was there anything else in the closet?"
"There were some doughnuts and beans."
"No, not that I can see."