"I don't know about that. She might think it was of importance. She might think you would pay her money to get it back."
Just then it flashed across Mrs. Oakley's mind that Hannah had seen the will in her hand on the day that she undertook to burn it. Why had she not thought of that before? It might be that Hannah was more artful than she gave her credit for, and, suspecting the value of the document, had taken it as well as the money.
"I will question Hannah again," she said. "Come with me, Benjamin."
They went downstairs together, and Hannah was summoned from the kitchen.
"Hannah," said Mrs. Oakley, "listen attentively to me."
"Certainly, ma'am," said Hannah, wondering what was coming.
"Something was taken from my drawer this afternoon, Hannah,—some money and something else. Do you know anything about it?"
"Sure I don't, ma'am. I told you once before."
"If you took it, and will tell me, and restore everything, I will forgive you, and let you keep ten dollars of the money besides."