thousand pounds!” I murmured. “Forty-eight thousand between us!”
“Yes, and nearly all of it down below, at this end of the tunnel, and the rest where we dropped it when we heard you were trying to bolt. We’d got it all at the other end, ready to pop aboard the schooner that’s lying there still, if you turned out to know anything and to have told what you knew to the police. There was always the possibility of that, you see; we simply daren’t show our noses at the bank until we knew how much you
at which I had shaken Rattray’s hand not ten minutes before.
Taking heart of grace, I stepped up jauntily to the porch. The weeds muffled my steps. I myself had never thought of doing so, when all at once I halted in a vague terror. Through the deep lattice windows I had seen into the lighted hall.