"What you call sense, perhaps, but not what anyone outside the walls of an institution for the feeble-minded would call sense."
"Is zat so?" Mr. Waddington put his thumbs in the armholes of his waistcoat and felt rather conquering. "Well, let me tell you that that girl simply pretended to be what she wasn't so as to fool you into thinking she wasn't what she was."
Mrs. Waddington sighed despairingly.
"Go away, Sigsbee," she said.
"That's all right about Go away, Sigsbee. I'm telling you that that girl was a crook. She couldn't get in any other way, so she pulled that discarded stuff. She was after the wedding-presents."
"Then why did she not take them?"
"She did. She took Molly's pearl necklace."
"What!"
"You heard. She took Molly's pearl necklace."
"Nonsense."