you sure she did not wash it?”      

       “I don’t think she did. But I’m sure she will tell you the truth about that. Caroline, this is a police matter. Any mistake about it may involve us in a world of trouble and keep you from getting back home in time for your coming-out party. Did you—did you wash this cutter when you got upstairs, or—or—” she added, with a propitiatory glance at Mr. Gryce—“wipe it off at any time between then and now? Don’t answer hastily. Be sure. No one can blame you for that act. Any girl, as thoughtless as you, might do that.”      

       “Mother, how can I tell what I did?” flashed out the girl, wheeling round on her heel till she faced them both. “I don’t remember doing a thing to it. I just brought it up. A thing found like that belongs to the finder. You needn’t hold it out towards me like that. I don’t want it now; I’m sick of it. Such a lot of talk about a paltry thing which couldn’t have cost ten dollars.” And she wheeled back.     

       “It isn’t the value.” Mr. Gryce could be very patient. “It’s the fact that we believe it to have been answerable for Miss Challoner’s death—that is, if there was any blood on it when you picked it up.”      

       “Blood!” The girl was facing them again, astonishment struggling with disgust on her plain but mobile features. “Blood! is that what you mean. No wonder I hate it. Take it away,” she cried.     

       “Oh, mother, I’ll never pick up anything again which doesn’t belong to me! Blood!” she repeated in horror, flinging herself into her mother’s arms.     

       Mr. Gryce thought he understood the situation. Here was a little kleptomaniac whose weakness the mother was struggling to hide. Light was       pouring in. He felt his body’s weight less on that miserable foot of his.     

       “Does that frighten you? Are you so affected by the thought of blood?”      

       “Don’t ask me. And I put the thing under my pillow! I thought it was so—so pretty.”      

       “Mrs. Watkins,” Mr. Gryce from that moment ignored the daughter, “did you see it there?”      

       “Yes; but I didn’t know where it came from. I had not seen my daughter stoop. I didn’t know where she got it till I read 

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