"Mabel," said the old lady, "this is a very serious charge you are making."
"Of course it is; but I am sure she is the thief. She has access to all the rooms, and is upstairs so much more now, that she might do anything."
"Mabel," said Mrs. Beach, "whatever you may think, I cannot suspect that girl. I have found her so scrupulously straightforward and truthful, so high-principled and pure-minded, that unless I had overwhelming proof of her guilt, I should not believe it."
"You shall have—" There Mabel paused, confused.
The old lady was eyeing her steadily, and somehow she did not feel quite comfortable. "What if you do find proof?" she said, somewhat constrainedly.
"Then I will reconsider my opinion of Margery."
"Well, I propose a search in her room, and if we find the ring there, will you promise to dismiss her? That is all I shall ask."
"You will not wish to prosecute, then?" said Mrs. Beach.
"No; that sort of publicity is so uncomfortable for other people," replied Mabel.
"Very well; do as you choose, Mabel," said her aunt.