While she stood looking about her, feeling a little bewildered, the door was opened suddenly, and Morgan, the butler, came hastily in. He stared at her as if she was not at all the person he had expected to see; indeed, he said as much.
"I beg your pardon, Miss Lindsay, I thought--" He left his sentence unfinished, and began another. "I heard some one moving about below, and knowing that the household was still upstairs, I thought it might be some one who had no business here, so hurried down to see who it was."
He made as if to withdraw, but Nora stopped him.
"Morgan, who has been interfering with my father's things?"
"I beg your pardon; I don't quite follow."
"Where's the Satsuma vase? and the powder blues? and the bronzes? and all sorts of things?"
"Have they been removed?"
"You can see for yourself that they've been removed; who has taken them? where are they?"
Morgan glanced round the room with, in his air, as it seemed to Nora, almost a suggestion of amusement.
"They do seem to have been removed, don't they? As you say, all sorts of things."