“It is all gone!” Then he gripped her cruelly by the shoulder, and asked in a fierce whisper:
“What did you do with it?”
“Me? Andrew!”
“Ay, you! You wicked lass, you!”
“I never put finger on it”
“Christina! Christina! To think that I trusted you for this! Go out of my sight, will you! I’m not able to bear the face of you!”
“Andrew! Andrew! Surely, you are not calling me a ‘thief’?”
“Who, then?” he cried, with gathering rage, “unless it be Jamie Logan?”
“Don’t be so wicked as to wrong innocent folk such a way; Jamie never saw, never heard tell of your money. The unborn babe is not more guiltless than Jamie Logan.”
“How do you know that? How do I know that? The very night I told you of the money—that very night I showed you where I kept it—that night Jamie ought to have been in the boats, and he was not in them. What do you make of that?”