She locked the door and went downstairs to her niece.
"What's the matter, Aunt Eliza?" asked Mrs. Tracy, seeing, at a glance, from her aunt's expression, that some thing had happened.
"There is a thief in the house!" said the old lady, abruptly.
"What!"
"There is a thief in the house!"
"What makes you think so?"
"You remember my small work table?"
"Yes."
"I have been in the habit of keeping a supply of money in a pocketbook in one of the drawers. I just opened the drawer, and the money is gone!"
"Was there much money in the pocketbook?"