And the notes!
Both Miss Million and I have been gazing in amazement upon the rustling sheaf that my mistress took out of the registered envelope.
Where, in the name of all that's unaccountable, did Aunt Anastasia "raise" all that money, and in such a short time?
When could she ever have put her hands upon thirty pounds of English money?
Borrowed—pooh! Who has she to borrow from?
Beg—so like her!
Steal—I'm the only member of her family who's ever been accused of that!
Surely—oh, surely, she can't have got the money from the Honourable Jim?
I can't think how else she can have got it, though.
There's only one thing I know.