“You say she stole a gold locket?” asked Connie.
“It was my wedding locket which I set great store by. I foolishly showed it to Mrs. Stone and she greatly admired it. After that, I never could find it, though I scoured the house high and low.”
“You’re certain Mrs. Stone took the locket?” inquired Miss Gordon, deeply troubled.
“I can’t be certain except in my own mind.”
“You didn’t accuse her?”
“No, but I never asked her to work for me again.”
Grandfather Gordon, who had listened to his wife’s story, now said with a chuckle:
“Suppose I tell you my version of what happened?”
“Yes, do!” urged the Brownies.
“In my opinion, the locket never was stolen. My wife just misplaced it.”