"Leonie," he said calmly, "you were in this room when it was robbed, were you not?"
She nodded without speaking.
"Who did it?"
She hesitated, her eyes still upon his face.
"Why do you not answer?" he asked, almost roughly.
"I cannot!" she replied, so hoarsely that no one would have recognized her voice.
Mr. Chandler was rigid as marble.
"Do you realize," he said, impressively, "that your refusal leaves a shadow upon some member of my family?"
"That cannot be," Leonie answered with painful effort. "What need would any member of your family have to steal?"
"It was some one out of the house, then?"