Miss Strode nodded. "My father mentioned that later he might give Mr. Mask some money to hold for him, and that he would come again himself to get it. If not, he would send his wooden hand as a sign that the money should be handed over to any one who brought it."
"Humph," said Allen pulling his moustache, "it seems to me that the hand has been stolen for that purpose."
"If so, it will be taken to Mr. Mask, and then we will learn who stole it. But of course Mr. Mask will not be able to give any money, as my father--so he said--never left any with him."
"This is all most interesting and mysterious," said Mrs. Palmer. "Oh dear me, I wonder who killed your poor father? Don't look anxious, Eva; what you and Mr. Hill say, will never be repeated by me. All I come for is to make this offer, and if you think me rude or interfering I can only apologise and withdraw."
Eva caught the widow by the hand. "I think you are very kind," she said cordially, "and I thankfully accept your offer."
"Oh, you dear girl!" and Mrs. Palmer embraced her.
"Have you quite decided to do that, Eva?" asked Allen.
"Quite," she answered firmly. "Mrs. Palmer likes me----"
"I quite adore you, Eva, dear!" cried the widow.
"And I am fond of her."