"Robbed? Last night? Of what?"
"Last night. Of everything."
"Of everything?"
"Of all we put into the lock-box to be sent to the safe."
"Oh! How?"
"Sit down, dear, won't you?" The elder woman arose and took her daughter's hand. "And you too, Mr. Preston. Thank you," she acknowledged, as the girl seated herself and Preston also threw himself nervously into a chair, though it was only to rise again at once.
"You remember," the girl began, "that we told you—that is," she substituted, "we had one of the iron lock-boxes they put into safes sent to our rooms last night. We were to put our money and things into it and lock it, and then ring the bell to have the office send for it and keep it in the safe for us until morning."
"Yes," Preston acknowledged, "I remember. Well?"
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