"Why, whatever's wrong?" she asked anxiously.
"Nothing," said Bones. "Nothing," he added brokenly. "Oh, nothing, dear young typewriting person."
She paused irresolutely, then picked up the envelope and cut open the flap.
Remember that she knew nothing, except that Bones had made a big purchase, and that she was perfectly confident—such was her sublime faith in Augustus Tibbetts—that he would make a lot of money as a result of that purchase.
Therefore the consternation on her face as she read its contents.
"Why," she stammered, "you've never done—— Whatever made you do that?"
"Do what?" said Bones hollowly. "What made me do it? Greed, dear old sister, just wicked, naughty greed."
"But I thought," she said, bewildered, "You were going to make so much out of this deal?"
"Ha, ha," said Bones without mirth.
"But weren't you?" she asked.