"It's about the lady who—who called for you. This is all her fault, so—so naturally she wants to help you."
"How do you know she does?" he asked quickly.
"Because I have seen her."
"What?"
"Yes, and, Lloyd, she is sorry for the harm she has done and——"
"You have seen her?" he cried, half dazed. "How? Where?"
Then, in as few words as possible, Alice told of her talk with the lady at the church. "And I have this message for you from her and—and this." She handed him the note and the folded bank notes.
Lloyd's face clouded. "She sent me money?" he said in a changed voice, and his lips grew white.
"Read the note," she begged, and he did so, frowning.
"No, no," he declared, "it's quite impossible. I cannot take it," and he handed the money back. "You wouldn't have me take it?"