"I—I found these keys and was trying them to see if any of them had been used at the time your money was stolen."
"Do you know who took my money on that occasion?" continued the old lady.
"Yes, I do," answered Felicie, swiftly deciding to tell the truth.
"Who was it?"
"Your nephew Harold," answered Felicie, glibly.
"You know this?"
"I saw him open the drawer. I was looking through a crack of the door."
"And you never told me of this?"
"I didn't want to expose him. He begged me not to do so."
"That is singular. He warned me yesterday that he suspected you of being the thief, and that he had reason to think you were planning a second robbery."