THE FREWIN MINIATURES
ing to Mrs. Frewin's request, but because I did not quite know how I ought to act at this strange juncture, when a pleasant, mellow voice broke in suddenly:
"You may take the money, Mary, if you wish. You have my permission to hand the packet over to this lady," and Lady Molly, charming, graceful and elegant in her beautiful directoire gown, stood smiling some few feet away, with Hankin just visible in the gloom of the corridor.
She advanced towards us, took the small packet from my hands, and held it out towards Mrs. Frewin.
"Will you open it?" she said, "or shall I?"
Mrs. Frewin did not move. She stood as if turned to stone. Then with dexterous fingers my lady broke the seals of the packet and drew from it a few sheets of plain white cardboard and a thin piece of match-boarding.
"There!" said Lady Molly, fingering the bits of cardboard while she kept her fine large eyes fixed on Mrs. Frewin; "£200 is a big price to pay for a sight of these worthless things."
"Then this was a vulgar trick," said Mrs. Frewin, drawing herself up with an air which did not affect Lady Molly in the least.
"A trick, certainly," she replied with her winning smile, "vulgar, if you will call it so—pleasant to us all, Mrs. Frewin, since you so readily fell into it."
"Well, and what are you going to do next?"
"Report the matter to my chief," said Lady Molly,
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