Spennie opened the pocketbook, and counted the contents. There were two ten-pound notes, and four of five pounds.
He took a specimen of each variety, replaced the pocketbook, and crept out of the door.
Then he walked rapidly down the corridor to his own room.
Just as he reached it, he received a shock only less severe than the former one from the fact that this time no hand was placed on his shoulder.
"Spennie!" cried a voice.
He turned, to see Molly. She wore the costume of the stage milkmaid. Coming out of her room after dressing for her part, she had been in time to see Spennie emerge through Sir Thomas' door with a look on his face furtive enough to have made any jury bring in a verdict of guilty on any count without further evidence. She did not know what he had been doing; but she was very certain that it was something which he ought to have left undone.
"Er—hullo, Molly!" said Spennie bonelessly.
"What were you doing in Uncle Thomas' room, Spennie?"
"Nothing. I was just looking round."
"Just looking round?"