She sank down on the edge of the bed, and looked at them despairingly.
"Well, what?" asked Betty impatiently. "Has anybody else been shot or—"
"Goodness, it's worse than that!" cried Mollie hysterically. "You know, we've never bothered to lock up our good things, because there never seemed any danger at all of robbery on Pine Island—"
"Yes, yes," cried Betty, fairly wild with impatience. "I know all that. Tell me, what happened?"
"Well," said Mollie, refusing to be hurried, "we thought of our jewelry, looked for it—and it was——"
"Gone!" cried Betty, reading the answer in Mollie's face. "Oh,
Mollie, my pin and my bracelet——"
"Yes, and my gold watch, and Grace's pearl lavallière, and goodness knows how many other things," Mollie finished, in the calmness of despair.
"And of course, it was that spy that did it!" cried Betty. "Now, we've got to catch him!"