"You seem to be having a good deal of trouble today," said Morgan, as he neared her.
She smiled wanly at him.
"I can't understand it at all. Burglars must be extremely bold in Chicago."
"Do you think it was a burglar?" asked Morgan.
"What else could it be?" she returned. "I am sure that I have no enemies anywhere, and I haven't even any friends in Chicago."
"Are you keeping anything of special value in the house?" inquired Morgan.
"Only what you can see about you," she replied "And these rings, which have not been touched."
"You are sure you didn't have anything of value concealed in the maid's room?"
"No, that's the room my father uses when he comes home from his trips."
"Well, perhaps he had something of value there."