and virulent French, Célestine had interlarded it with a wealth of gesture, and the chambermaid realized at least a part of her meaning. She reddened angrily.
"If that foreign woman's saying I took the pearls, it's a lie!" she declared heatedly. "I never so much as saw them."
"Search her!" screamed the other. "You will find it is as I say."
"You're a liar—do you hear?" said the chambermaid, advancing upon her. "Stole 'em yourself, and want to put it on me. Why, I was only in the room about three minutes before the lady come up, and then you were sitting here the whole time, as you always do, like a cat watching a mouse."
The inspector looked across inquiringly at Célestine. "Is that true? Didn't you leave the room at all?"
"I did not actually leave her alone," admitted Célestine reluctantly, "but I went into my own room through the door here twice—once to fetch a reel of cotton, and once for my scissors. She must have done it then."
"You wasn't gone a minute," retorted the chambermaid angrily. "Just popped out and
