Anxiously she felt under the mattress and when her hand failed to touch the box, began to paw frantically at the blankets to get them out of the way.
“Here, don’t tear that bed to pieces,” Doris scolded. “Let me find the ring.”
She ran her hand under the mattress and to Kitty’s intense relief, brought forth the tiny box.
“I wish the Misses Gates had taken their ring,” she sighed. “I’ve lost five pounds since we started looking after it.”
“The ring is the least of my troubles just now,” Doris told her. “I’m convinced that Henry and Cora are involved in a plot against the Misses Gates, but just what it is I haven’t been able to fathom.”
“Hadn’t we better tell the ladies everything?”
“We’re in rather a delicate position, Kit. The Sullys are trusted servants and Azalea and Iris might believe them before they would us.”
“Then what are we going to do?”
“Let’s keep close watch of Cora and Henry and wait for them to show their hand. If they try to get away, we can expose them, and then if they’re caught red-handed, the Gates sisters will have to believe us.”
“That’s probably the best way,” Kitty agreed. Replacing the ring under the mattress, they went downstairs. They were just in time to see Ronald Trent driving away from the mansion after depositing the old ladies at their door.