"The ten thousand dollars they gave me!" she cried. "Have you returned it?"
She had given it, for safe-keeping, into Walbrough's hands last night.
Zenda laughed.
"My dear Miss Deane," he said, "I've lost scores of thousands at stud to Grannis and Weber. That ten thousand dollars is my money. That is, it was my money."
Clancy stared at him. The judge chuckled.
"Considering that your evidence saved Zenda from a nasty lawsuit, that it ridded him of a crooked partner, that it gave him a chance to continue his business with a partner who will not interfere with him, both he and myself agree that you are entitled to that ten thousand dollars."
Clancy had been pale as wax. But now the color surged into her cheeks.
"For simply doing what I ought to do? No, indeed!" she cried.
Nor could their united protests move her. Zenda finally ceased. An idea struck him. He beamed upon her.
"You said, last night, that you had film ambitions. Well, Miss Deane, here's my chance to repay you."