"Is that Mr. Tibbetts?"
"Yes," said Bones hoarsely, and his heart beat a wild rataplan.
"I'm speaking from York, Mr. Tibbetts. I wanted to tell you that the key of the safe is in the drawer of my desk—the top drawer."
"That's all right, dear old—dear Mrs. Hyane."
"What is that you say?" asked the voice sharply.
"Congratulations, dear old missus," said Bones. "Hope you'll be awfully happy on your plantation."
"What do you mean?" asked the voice. "Did you call me Mrs. Hyane?"
"Yes," said Bones huskily.
He heard her laugh.
"How ridiculous you are! Did you really think I would ever marry my cousin?"