“Wait,” she said. “I want to get you something first.” And she disappeared into the bedroom.
In a moment she returned, carrying a heavy bag in her hands.
“It’s your money, Linda,” she said. “That check I cashed. Les made me get it in gold—I guess he didn’t want the bank numbers traced. Anyhow, I hid it, and never let him have it.”
And she dropped the bag at Linda’s feet.
“Why, thank you, Fanny,” said Linda, in surprise. “I’ll just leave it here till Mr. Chase comes back for us.”
“Aren’t you going to count it?”
“Oh, no. I believe you,” replied Linda.
Tears came into Fanny’s eyes. She seized Linda’s hand gratefully.
“It’s sweet of you to say that,” she said. “But you better not leave it here just the same. You can’t trust those native boys.”
“True,” admitted Dot, and picking it up, she carried it for Linda out of the bungalow.