LADY MOLLY OF SCOTLAND YARD
Chipps found her in the same room, sitting dazed and almost fainting in an arm-chair. In response to the old butler's anxious query, she murmured:
"The miniatures—where are they?"
Scared at the abruptness of the query and at his mistress's changed tone of voice, Chipps gazed quickly around him.
"You told me to put them on the table, ma'am," he murmured, "and I did so. They certainly don't seem to be in the room now———" he added, with a sudden feeling of terror.
"Run and ask one of the nurses at once if the case was taken up to Mr. Frewin's room during the night?"
Chipps, needless to say, did not wait to be told twice. He was beginning to feel very anxious. He spoke to Kennet and also to the two nurses, and asked them if, by any chance, the miniatures were in the late master's room. To this Kennet and the nurses replied in the negative. The last they had seen of the miniatures was when Chipps took them from the valet and followed his mistress downstairs with the case in his hands.
The poor old butler was in despair; the cook was in hysterics, and consternation reigned throughout the house. The disappearance of the miniatures caused almost a greater excitement than the death of the master, who had been a dying man so long that he was almost a stranger to the servants at Blatchley.
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