Well, so does every thief in London, for they have searched them twice and gained some store of pewter; I remember that some of it was discovered again in the King's household.

But behind these panels all is safe, though no woman would ever have thought of a device so simple and so sure." For a moment Emlyn could find no answer, perhaps because of her indignation, but Cicely asked sweetly-- "Do you ever have fires in London, Master Smith?
It seems to me that I have heard of such things, and then--in a hurry, you know----" Smith thrust up his horned spectacles and looked at her in mild astonishment.
"To think," he said, "that I should live to learn wisdom out of the mouth of babes and sucklers----" "Sucklings," suggested Cicely.
"Sucklers or sucklings, it means the same thing--women," he replied testily; then added, with a chuckle, "Well, well, my Lady, you are right.

You have caught out Jacob at his own game.

I never thought of fire, though it is true we had one next door last year, when I ran out with my bed and forgot all about the gold and stones.

I'll have new hiding-places made in the masonry of the cellar, where no fire would hurt.