"Yes," confessed the other.
"And—and—oh, it's all clear! It was to get the money out of my golf bag that you came here. Was it?" she demanded.
"Yes."
"And now this five thousand pounds is there in the conservatory—hidden in a flower pot?"
"Yes. You'll find it there. I wouldn't touch it. I hate it. But, lady," she pleaded, "don't take the money out until Grimes has gone. He's watching everywhere, and—he's liable to see you and—that would queer me. Promise ye won't take the money until Grimes has gone?"
This seemed reasonable. "Very well, I won't take the money until Grimes has gone," agreed Miss Thompson. "Now come! I'll show you the way."
Betty started for the winding stair, but Hester caught her arm with an eager movement.
"See here!" she said and her eyes were warm with gratitude. "You've been good to me and—I know something that'll make a lot of difference to Mr. Baxter. A cablegram came for him this morning."
"A cablegram?"
"Yes. And if he don't get it before twelve o'clock, it's all up with him."