Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 259: what you’re looking at

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She began to remove the articles, one by one, and lay them upon the floor, the detective standing by, whiie Mrs. Stewart and her daughters seated them- selves to watch the operation. There was not the slightest evidence of guilt in Hazel’s manner, and, but for her excessive pallor, the officer would not have had the slightest suspi- cion of her. This he had noticed the moment he entered the house, and, upon being told her position, he had furtively watched her ever since. Besides elothing, there were several boxes in the trunk containing handkerchiefs, ribbons, gloves, laces, and keepsakes, all of which she laid out while the man opened them and carefully examined their contents. At last the bottom of the trunk. was reached—there was nothing left within it save a package neatly pinned in a fine linen towel, and hij square white box containing the fatal neck- ace. By this time the detective was nearly disarmed of his vague suspicions. Hazel was so quiet and calm in her movements, so ready to unpack everything, and so unshrinkingly allowed him to overhaul what- ever he wished, that he was led to believe that there was no contraband article in her possession—at least. in her trunk. “That is all,” said Hazel, briefly, and with a slight gesture, indicating that the trunk was emptied of all save those two articles. “What is in that bundle?” the man asked, glancing at if. “Some clothing that I wore whenI was a little child,” she answered. “Are you willing that I should examine it?” ‘Certainly, if you wish.” Her answer was 80 ready that he did not consider it necessary. GCoMicbooks.Coin oa. = ~ =. ~ anil GE