"What do you mean?" asked Miss Herrick, not in the least comprehending.
"The locked room in the third-story back buildings. The room with the padlock."
"Elizabeth!"
The child was frightened at the effect of her words. Miss Herrick's face grew very white. It was some minutes before she could control her voice sufficiently to speak.
"Have you been there before?" she asked at last.
"Yes, often," faltered the little girl.
"How did you get in?"
"I—I found the keys one day when I was looking for them in your little Chinese cabinet."
"AND DO YOU CALL THIS AN HONORABLE PROCEEDING?"