We all know what Monica thinks.' 'But I _saw_ it, papa.

She stole your key last night, and opened your desk, and read all your papers.' 'Stole my key!' said my father, staring at me perplexed, but at the same instant producing it.

'Stole it! Why here it is!' 'She unlocked your desk; she read your papers for ever so long.

Open it now, and see whether they have not been stirred.' He looked at me this time in silence, with a puzzled air; but he did unlock the desk, and lifted the papers curiously and suspiciously.

As he did so he uttered a few of those inarticulate interjections which are made with closed lips, and not always intelligible; but he made no remark.
Then he placed me on a chair beside him, and sitting down himself, told me to recollect myself, and tell him distinctly all I had seen.