Grace laid the money on the table. "Here is your hundred thousand dollars, Mr. Stapleton," she said.
The irate banker glared at her. "I cannot thank you for bringing it back, Miss," he growled. "Did I not particularly request that the police take no steps in the matter?"
"You did, Mr. Stapleton; but we acted for what we thought to be your best interests."
"Hang your thoughts about my best interests! I can take care of them. If you had let things alone, I'd have my boy back by now."
"And these men, these criminals, who stole him, would be at liberty to do the same thing over again tomorrow."
Mr. Stapleton was silent for a moment. "How did the thing happen?" he presently asked.
Grace told him. "The real cause of our failure, we believe, lies at the door of your chauffeur, François." She explained the reasons for their suspicions.
Mr. Stapleton seemed puzzled. "The fellow seems honest enough."
"Where is he now?" Grace inquired.
"He asked permission to visit his people. As I had no use for him this evening, I told him he might go."