Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 258: what you’re looking at

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“Now we will take your own chnumbers, madam,” the detective said, glancing from Mrs, Stewart upon the faces of the other members of the family with keen scrutiny. ‘You understand, of course,” he ndded, with a polite bow, ‘that it ig not necessary because of any suspicion resting upon any of you, but it is barely possible that the valuable trinket may have been concealed in one of your rooms, by some one else, until the excitement is over, when it would easily be spirited away. We will take these apart- ments on the righttiret. Whooccupies thia chamber?” he asked, stepping into Belle’s room. Mrs. Stewart told him and he hegan turning over things in @ careless way, but without making any discovery. The girls' sitting-room came next, and then they passed on to Hazel’a room. | It was scrupulously neat, everything having been arranged in the most dainty and orderly manner. The detective glaneed around it appreciatively. “Who occupies this room?” he inquired, “T do,” said Hazel, quietly. The man's keen glauce rested for amoment upon her fair face. She was very pale, but otherwise calm and self-possessed. She kuew thut the su- preme moment for her had come, but she resolved to meéet it as bravely as she could and trust the rest in God’s hands. i “Is this your trunk?” asked the officer, pointing to it. “Yes, sir.” “T shall be obliged to trouble you to unlock it and remove the couteuts,” he said, politely. Hazel unhesitatingly took her keys froma hook underneath the mantel, dropped upon her knees nator the trunk, unlecked it and threw back the id. It was in perfect order. Garments of spotless whiteness aia rig nee ae Leng with great hieety, and it did not seem a likely place for. a th to conceal his booty. 3 Bohs MST