Stationing himself at the window again, Nick saw the girls leave the pantry.
“I thought I heard a noise out here,” said Bernice.
“It was the wind,” said the girl, offering the usual threadbare explanation.
Bernice approached the table.
“Where is my hand bag?” she asked.
“I haven’t got it,” was the reply.
“You saw me lay it here?”
“Yes.”
“Some one has stolen it,” said the maid, terror showing in her face. “Have you seen Anton about here to-night?”
“He has not been here,” was the reply. “Do you think he would steal it?”