"And where is it."
"In the Bank at Callander, in my name."
Malcolm whistled.
"Rather high-handed, isn't it, Isla?"
"There wasn't anything else to be done. Father can sign cheques, of course, but I banked Mr. Rosmead's money in my name on Mr. Cattanach's advice."
"But surely now you'll let me take over the business part of the show, Isla?"
He pushed back his chair and took out his cigarette case as he put the question.
Isla looked uncomfortable, and her face even paled a little. She hated the position in which she was placed, but past experience had shown her the folly of trusting Malcolm in money matters. He had certainly not the money-sense nor yet the sense of honour where money was concerned.
"I don't think I can do that, Malcolm. Remember, it is all the money that we have to live on until the rents become due again at Martinmas."
"Don't any of them pay now?"