She shook her head.
“No—no; I won’t listen to it.” She gave him her hand: “I must thank you for sending back my letter and picture.”
“Sprudell gave them to you!”
“Yes, and the money.”
“Money?”
“Why, yes.” She looked at him inquiringly.
Just in time Bruce caught and stopped a grin that was appearing at the thought that Sprudell had had to “dig up” the money he had returned to him out of his own pocket.
“That’s so,” he agreed. “I had forgotten. But Miss Dunbar,” eagerly. “I must see you on business. Your brother left property that may be valuable.”
“Property? Mr. Sprudell did not mention it.”