“You’re a wise one,” remarked Mrs. Fishberry, with admiration. “But suppose that old nurse happens to be inside—and catches you?”
“I’ve thought of that. I’m going disguised as an old man, and I expect to work at night, anyway. Don’t worry, Elsie—I’m not going to bungle this— But you get those pictures before Monday—they ought to be in the family Bible and the album on the parlor table. I’ll map out the directions how to get to the house.”
“Suppose the nurse is there?”
“If she is, don’t say anything about the kid. Just tell her that I sent you for the stuff. After all, I’ve got a right to ’em.”
“And if she isn’t there, how’ll I get in?”
“I’ll give you my key.”
The woman was silent for a moment, thinking rapidly.
“Listen, Ed,” she said, finally, “if you’re going to get all that money in bonds from your father’s estate, let’s give up this other scheme. It’s not worth it.”
The man jumped up angrily.
“Not worth it!” he snarled, and his face was far from attractive now. “Not worth it for twenty-five thousand dollars!”