“What did you do with the money?” asked Miss Vaughn, with a sudden return of interest.
“It’s all here in an envelope,” replied McDaniel, reaching in his pocket and handing it to Marjorie. “Will you see that it gets back to its owners?”
“And where is my car?” demanded Lily, sharply.
“Stored in a friend’s garage, along the road. I’ll ship that east to you soon. And your uniforms have already gone parcel-post to Daisy’s house.”
“One more thing,” persisted Marjorie; “did you have anything to do with that woman and child whom we took back across the desert?”
“Yes, to that too,” replied McDaniel. “We bribed her, so that she would beg you to take her. If she got you half way, she was to receive fifty dollars; if she succeeded in making you take her all the way across, she was to get a hundred.”
“And she succeeded all right,” concluded Marjorie. “For I saw her get her money.”
Miss Vaughn rose suddenly; she had listened to enough.
“Stop!” she commanded. “I am simply astounded at your audacity—all four of you boys. I am worse than ashamed of you! Needless to say, I do not wish you to remain to dinner. In fact,” she concluded, addressing her nephews, “you may pack your things and go over to your club. Don’t come back until I send for you!”
Then, changing her tone, she issued a cordial invitation to Jack and John to remain.