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164 The Mysteries of Heron Dyke. and which has a window opening to the ground. Any tyro of a burglar could force an entrance in ten minutes.” “ But,” she objected, ‘‘ how was any burglar to know that such property was there P” ‘‘Tt seems, madam, that one, at all events, did know it. It— pardon me—seems like throwing temptation in a thief’s way.” ‘‘Their being deposited there, and also that such jewels were in existence, was an entire secret between myself and Mrs. Toynbee,” she replied. ‘“ Had it not been so, I should‘have removed them to a safer place. If you will listen a moment, Mr. Wade, I will tell you how it all came about, and how the jewels were found.” He listened as she related the facts: how she had caused this long-unopened old carved bureau to be brought downstairs to her morning room, that she might search it for certain papers relating to the estate, which she fancied might be in existence. She failed to find the papers; but, to her intense surprise, she found, in a secret drawer, this large quantity. of jewels. Mrs. Toynbee was present, and she had warned her that nothing must be said to the servants. Mrs. Toynbee fully agreed with her. After examining the jewels, they were replaced in their hiding-place, until she could see Mr. Da- ventry, and talk with him. ‘‘Tt is impossible,” concluded Miss Winter, looking at the in- spector, ‘‘ that the facts can have transpired.” Mr. Wade, somewhat mystified, made no reply for a moment or two. He did not give in. ‘But you cannot fail to see, madam,” he urged, ‘‘ that the fact of your having found the jewels must have leaked out somehow, as well as a knowledge of the place where they were placed. This burglary. was no mere happy-go-lucky affair; it was silage: premeditated— carefully planned beforehand.” ‘Tt certainly does seem like it,” admitted the young lady. * But I assure you I cannot understand it. Mrs. Toynbee “‘T think I had better see Mrs. Toynbee.” Mrs. Toynbee was called in; and came, full of nervous trepi- dation. She had been sitting upon pins and needles, as old Dorothy Stone would have expressed it, ever since Mr. Wade had been shut in with Miss Winter. The inspector noted her aspect, and took the bull by the horns. He did not say to her: ‘‘ Madam, have you mentioned the fact to anyone that such jewels were found?” he said, ‘* To whom did you mention it?” Her colour went and came; her heart was beating; her trembling fingers could not hold the needle—for she had some wool-work in her hands. ‘“T am afraid that I have been very thoughtless and foolish,” she began, her voice shaking. ‘‘Of course, I quite understood that no mention of the jewels was to be made in presence of any of the domestics, but it never struck me that the prohibition was intended to be a general one. You may remember, my dear Miss Winter, Gomicbooks (E(0) —— a