“Oh, no, no, no!” she cried, putting up her hand as if to shield herself from the idea. “Besides, what about my father?”
“I’ve thought about him too,” Merriman returned. “We will tell him the whole thing, and he will be able to get out before the crash comes.”
For some moments she sat in silence; then she asked had Hilliard any idea of what was being done.
“He suggested brandy smuggling, but it was only a theory. There was nothing whatever to support it.”
“Brandy smuggling? Oh, if it only were!”
Merriman stared in amazement.
“It wouldn’t be so bad as what I had feared,” the girl added, answering his look.
“And that was—? Do trust me, Madeleine.”
“I do trust you, and I will tell you all I know; it isn’t much. I was afraid they were printing and circulating false money.”
Merriman was genuinely surprised.