Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 267: what you’re looking at

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‘Tg there any other way of entering your room?” ‘There is a door between it and the spare chamber; but that is always locked.” “Ta the key in the lock?” | “No; it has a disagreeable way of falling out, and I keep it hanging on a hook. that is driven into the casing.” “Do you remember seeing that key this morning before leaving the room ?”’ the detective asked. “T do; formy attention was called to it from the fact that a spider had woven a web about it,” Mrs. Stewart said, but looking very grave, for she clearly saw toward what all this questioning tended. It seemed to prove that Hazel could not ‘by any means have entered her room and taken her necklace. The detective again bent his head in thought. righsie enya he walked to Hazel’s door, and removed the key. “Stay here,” he commanded; “let no one leave the room.” He went out, but returned in less than three min- utes looking very resolute and stern. “The mystery 18 solved!” he said, holding up the key that he had removed from Hazel's door, ‘‘this will unlock the door between your room and the spare chamber; it was doubtless opened and your necklace removed while you were sleeping, after your return from her grace’s.. Young lady,” laying his hand upon Hazel’s shoulder, “it becomes my duty to arrest you, in the name of the queen.” Hazel turned her pallid face to Mrs. Stewart. “Oh! dear Mrs. Stewart,” she cried, in an agonized tone, ‘‘surely you will not permit any such wrong! I never have taken a farthing’s worth trom any one, and what I have told you is every word *“T regret for your sake that L eanno eSiulcDookare elieve 16,