She turned back to the house at once.

So then I asked her if she knew what had happened to the precious codicil.

And she flushed up and said, with the manner of an icicle, "Mr.Mannering sent me to the drawer this morning, where he had put it away.

It was lying on the top, and I saw it." "Signed ?" I said.

"No, not signed." Then she began to hurry, and I thought I had offended her in some way.