The Burglary at Faustel Eversleigh
“Well, Biggs, what is the matter? You look important, this morning.”
Biggs swelled in majestic silence, deposited the muffin dish on the table with as near an approach to emphasis as he dared, and was in the act of retreating, when the young lady standing at one of the open windows looked up from her newspaper, to say:
“Aunt Dora, these burglaries are becoming quite alarming; they are travelling in our direction, I think, too. There was one at Woodthorpe only three nights ago—close to us, you know—”
The temptation to cap this piece of news quite overcame Mr. Biggs’ wounded dignity, and he opened his lips and spoke.
“And one, Miss Lucy, at Willow Lodge, last night, for the postman brought me the news this morning, with the letters.”
“Dear, dear!” said Mrs. Selwyn. “I hope poor Miss Jenkins and Miss Araminta came to no harm.”
“The family, ma’am, was not molested,” answered Biggs, with solemnity, “but everything the villains could lay hands on was carried… Read More