"Thief, huh?" Cyril, fortunately, managed to control himself. He laughed at Abbertus' silly excuse. As did the servants and maids who foolishly believed him.
"Yes, we've even informed the capital's security forces. In case it turns up at an illegal auction," the butler said so confidently, as if he did not understand Cyril's expression, who thought he was hearing a funny story.
"Then you can inform the capital's security forces that the jewel on the dress was found burnt in Abbertus' residence!" Cyril smiled as he recounted.
"You said that this nightgown was stolen some time ago. When exactly?" asked Prince Algis.
It was indeed good that they asked for the exact time when the clothes disappeared. For then they could estimate many other things.
