Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 257: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XXVIII. HAZEL IS ARRESTED. “T can do nothing,” she said to herself, a sort of still despair settling over her, ‘the necklace is mine, and I am innocent of any wrong. I shall let it re- main in my trunk, and if it is found, all I can do is to tell the story of my life, and how I came to have it. If I should attempt to conceal it, and it shouid then be discovered, every one would be sure to be- lieve me guilty.” Poor Hazel! it waa a terrible day for her, and she was very grateful that Belle was excused from all study, for it was impossible for her to think of any- thing but the great trouble and shadow of coming evil that seemed to threaten her. During the afternoon the detective arrived, a quiet. unobtrusive, gentlemanly person, whom no one would have supposed to be such a dangerous official. Mrs. Stewart told him her story in the presence of her daughters and Hazel, and though he seemed to give his undivided attention to the bare facts of the case, he was quietly studying every face throughout the recital. ‘You have been very discreet,” he said. when she had finished, ‘in keeping so quiet about your loss. The tirst thing to be done is to seach every person and every nook and corner of this house; and, if yon please, we will begin with the servants and their rooms.” ° The servants were called, one by one, questioned and searched. and then shut into a room by them- selves until their quarters had been thoroughly over- hauled. All this took time and the sun had begun to go down before it was completed and the, captive maids allowed to go back to their allotted taaes ak