"Mrs. Pottle," said the farmer, rising slowly and taking a seat on the oak settle built in the fireplace, "has been away from the village for near a fortnit."

"I didn"t say she took it," snapped his wife. "I said I believe she knows something about it, and so I do. She"s a horrid woman. Look at the way she encouraged her girl Looey to run after that young traveller from Smithson"s. The whole fact of the matter is, it isn"t your brooch, so you don"t care."

"I said-" began Mr. Negget.

"I know what you said," retorted his wife, sharply, "and I wish you"d be quiet and not interrupt uncle. Here"s my uncle been in the police twenty-five years, and you won"t let him put a word in edgeways."

"My way o" looking at it," said the ex-policeman, slowly, "is different to that o" the law; my idea is, an" always has been, that everybody is guilty until they"ve proved their innocence."

"It"s a wonderful thing to me," said Mr. Negget in a low voice to his pipe, "as they should come to a house with a retired policeman living in it. Looks to me like somebody that ain"t got much respect for the police."

The ex-policeman got up from the table, and taking a seat on the settle opposite the speaker, slowly filled a long clay and took a spill from the fireplace. His pipe lit, he turned to his niece, and slowly bade her go over the account of her loss once more.

"I missed it this morning," said Mrs. Negget, rapidly, "at ten minutes past twelve o"clock by the clock, and half-past five by my watch which wants looking to. I"d just put the batch of bread into the oven, and gone upstairs and opened the box that stands on my drawers to get a lozenge, and I missed the brooch."

"Do you keep it in that box?" asked the ex-policeman, slowly.

"Always," replied his niece. "I at once came down stairs and told Emma that the brooch had been stolen. I said that I named no names, and didn"t wish to think bad of anybody, and that if I found the brooch back in the box when I went up stairs again, I should forgive whoever took it."

"And what did Emma say?" inquired Mr. Bodfish.

"Emma said a lot o" things," replied Mrs. Negget, angrily. "I"m sure by the lot she had to say you"d ha" thought she was the missis and me the servant. I gave her a month"s notice at once, and she went straight up stairs and sat on her box and cried."

"Sat on her box?" repeated the ex-constable, impressively. "Oh!"

"That"s what I thought," said his niece, "but it wasn"t, because I got her off at last and searched it through and through. I never saw anything like her clothes in all my life. There was hardly a b.u.t.ton or a tape on; and as for her stockings-"

"She don"t get much time," said Mr. Negget, slowly.

"That"s right; I thought you"d speak up for her," cried his wife, shrilly.

"Look here-" began Mr. Negget, laying his pipe on the seat by his side and rising slowly.

"Keep to the case in hand," said the ex-constable, waving him back to his seat again. "Now, Lizzie."

"I searched her box through and through," said his niece, "but it wasn"t there; then I came down again and had a rare good cry all to myself."

"That"s the best way for you to have it," remarked Mr. Negget, feelingly.

Mrs. Negget"s uncle instinctively motioned his niece to silence, and holding his chin in his hand, scowled frightfully in the intensity of thought.

"See a cloo?" inquired Mr. Negget, affably.

"You ought to be ashamed of yourself, George," said his wife, angrily; "speaking to uncle when he"s looking like that."

Mr. Bodfish said nothing; it is doubtful whether he even heard these remarks; but he drew a huge notebook from his pocket, and after vainly trying to point his pencil by suction, took a knife from the table and hastily sharpened it.

"Was the brooch there last night?" he inquired.

"It were," said Mr. Negget, promptly. "Lizzie made me get up just as the owd clock were striking twelve to get her a lozenge."

"It seems pretty certain that the brooch went since then," mused Mr.

Bodfish.

"It would seem like it to a plain man," said Mr. Negget, guardedly.

"I should like to see the box," said Mr. Bodfish.

Mrs. Negget went up and fetched it and stood eyeing him eagerly as he raised the lid and inspected the contents. It contained only a few lozenges and some bone studs. Mr. Negget helped himself to a lozenge, and going back to his seat, breathed peppermint.

"Properly speaking, that ought not to have been touched," said the ex-constable, regarding him with some severity.

"Eh!" said the startled farmer, putting his finger to his lips.

"Never mind," said the other, shaking his head. "It"s too late now."

"He doesn"t care a bit," said Mrs. Negget, somewhat sadly. "He used to keep b.u.t.tons in that box with the lozenges until one night he gave me one by mistake. Yes, you may laugh-I"m glad you can laugh."

Mr. Negget, feeling that his mirth was certainly ill-timed, shook for some time in a n.o.ble effort to control himself, and despairing at length, went into the back place to recover. Sounds of blows indicative of Emma slapping him on the back did not add to Mrs. Negget"s serenity.

"The point is," said the ex-constable, "could anybody have come into your room while you was asleep and taken it?"

"No," said Mrs. Negget, decisively. "I"m a very poor sleeper, and I"d have woke at once, but if a flock of elephants was to come in the room they wouldn"t wake George. He"d sleep through anything."

"Except her feeling under my piller for her handkerchief," corroborated Mr. Negget, returning to the sitting-room.

Mr. Bodfish waved them to silence, and again gave way to deep thought.

Three times he took up his pencil, and laying it down again, sat and drummed on the table with his fingers. Then he arose, and with bent head walked slowly round and round the room until he stumbled over a stool.

"n.o.body came to the house this morning, I suppose?" he said at length, resuming his seat.

"Only Mrs. Driver," said his niece.

"What time did she come?" inquired Mr. Bodfish.

"Here! look here!" interposed Mr. Negget. "I"ve known Mrs. Driver thirty year a"most."

"What time did she come?" repeated the ex-constable, pitilessly.

His niece shook her head. "It might have been eleven, and again it might have been earlier," she replied. "I was out when she came."

"Out!" almost shouted the other.

Mrs. Negget nodded.

"She was sitting in here when I came back."

Her uncle looked up and glanced at the door behind which a small staircase led to the room above.

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