Felicie eyed him sharply. She was not sure but he meant to trap her.
"I have no keys," she said.
"You can use the same bunch I have. Here they are!"
Felicie paused a moment, then took the proffered keys. After all, why should she not make use of the suggestion? It would be thought that the second thief was the same as the first.
"Can I rely on your discretion, Master Harold?" she asked.
"Yes, certainly. I am not very likely to say anything about the matter."
"True! It might not be for your interest. Good-morning, Master Harold, I won't detain you any longer."
Harold left the house with a feeling of relief.
"I hope Felicie will be caught!" he said to himself. "I have a great mind to give Aunt Eliza a hint."
It looked as if the generally astute Felicie had made a mistake.