“There are other powers than those of earth, Henrietta,” Mrs. Webb began, solemnly.
“There now,” spoke up her daughter, with some asperity, “don’t begin that jargon! You’ll be saying next that spirits carried Kim off!”
“Can you suggest anything more believable?”
“I can’t think of anything more unbelievable! I’d rather think he went up the chimney or oozed through the keyhole than any supernatural foolishness!”
“Simply a choice of foolishnesses, then,” observed Mrs. Webb, calmly, and she took her seat at the table and asked for hot muffins and fresh coffee.
“Where is the diamond pendant?” said Henrietta, suddenly.
“Gracious! I don’t know. It must be in Kim’s room, somewhere. You’d better hunt it out before anybody more goes searching around. Didn’t you say Oscar showed some curiosity?”
“Not exactly that; he searched with a sort of detective instinct, a systematic investigation to Kim’s clothes and that sort of thing.”
“All the same, Henrietta, I think the jewels should be secured. When Kim returns he won’t like it much if they have been stolen.”
“Very well, I’ll hunt for the pendant as soon as I finish breakfast.”