I expect the talk about it has leaked out and somebody has slipped in and taken it.

I ought to have been more careful." "He started when you said that you had burnt it," persisted Miss Drewitt, unwilling to give up a theory so much to her liking.

"You mark my words if his father and Mr.Chalk and that Mr.Stobell don't go away for a holiday soon.

Good-night." She kissed him affectionately under the left eye--a place overlooked by his beard--and went upstairs again.

The captain filled his pipe and, resuming his chair, sat in a brown study until the clock of the neighbouring church struck two.
It was about the same time that Mr.Chalk fell asleep, thoroughly worn out by the events of the evening and a conversation with Mr.Stobell and Mr.Tredgold, whom he had met on the way home waiting for him.
The opinion of Mr.Tredgold senior, an opinion in which Mr.Stobell fully acquiesced, was that Mr.Chalk had ruined everything by displaying all along a youthful impetuosity sadly out of place in one of his years and standing.