“Are you going to stay here long?”
“For a time. Mrs. Stannard has asked me to, and Barry wants me.” The simplicity of the girl’s manner almost disarmed Bobsy, but he went on:
“Mrs. Stannard, then, has no hard feelings toward you?”
“I don’t know. Honestly, Mr. Roberts, I don’t know whether she is keeping me here because she suspects me, or because she doesn’t.”
“Did Mr. Stannard leave you anything in his will?”
The rose-pink cheeks flushed deeper, as Natalie replied, “Yes, he did. You probably know that already.”
“No, I didn’t. Was it a worthwhile amount?”
“From my point of view, yes. It was seventy thousand dollars.”
“Whew! Decidedly worthwhile, from almost anybody’s point of view.”
“I know what you’re thinking,” cried Natalie as he paused. “It’s an added reason for suspecting me of killing him.”