"Spenser! Spenser!" came the agitated cry of Aunt Agatha. Uncle Spenser went running from the main hall where he had been attempting to interest me in joining him for some target practice.
I heard nothing more on the matter until supper that evening.
"Agatha's had some jewels stolen." Uncle Spenser announced to the table. I felt my cheeks grow red.
"That's horrible." Lamented Aunt Dahlia.
"Looks like international jewel thieves. They smashed the window and took off across the lawn." He continued. "I found muddy footprints on the edge of the garden path. Looks like there were two of them."
I raised my head slowly to look at Aunt Dahlia and shrugged.