"Felicie told me something about it—that it was taken out of her drawer."
Mrs. Tracy went into particulars, unconscious that her son was better informed than herself.
"Does aunt suspect anyone?" asked Harold, uneasily.
"She doesn't, but I do."
"Who is it?"
"That boy, Luke Walton."
"The very one I thought of," said Harold, eagerly. "Did you mention him to Aunt Eliza?"
"Yes; but she is so infatuated with him that she didn't take the suggestion kindly. She has promised to investigate, however, and meanwhile doesn't want us to interfere."
"Things are working round as I want them," thought Harold.