"There," said he, "I'll warrant me thou wert longing for it; come now, confess."
Dorothy disdained any such idea.
"Nay," she replied, "I was but thinking of the poor pedlar. I had bought these from him only the day before," and she pointed to a little heap of silks which lay upon the table.
"I had come to talk it over with thee, Doll," replied the baron as he sat himself comfortably down upon a chair. "I think it was a robbery, eh?"
"Yes," slowly replied the maiden, "I should think so, too. Meg and I paid him six nobles."
"And only two were found."
"Only two?" asked Dorothy.
"That is all," replied the knight. "The knaves must have made off with the rest. That ill-favoured locksmith would be as likely a rascal as any; I must examine him."
"Nay, that cannot be, he was all day in the stocks."
Sir George scratched his head in despair. He had privately determined that the locksmith was the guilty one, but now that his idea was entirely disproved he felt sorely at a loss how to proceed.