"Forty dollars, exactly."
"Will you please find out how much of that is left, now?"
She ran up-stairs, while we waited. She returned in a few minutes with Joy's purse.
"There's only fifteen dollars here," she said, showing the money.
"And it wasn't spent for anything you know of?"
"There's no possible way of spending it," she answered.
"Then there's twenty-five dollars to account for. Doctor Copin undoubtedly has it. Are you in the habit of paying him cash, Joy?"
"Oh, no. Always by check, and, of course, I settle all his bills; that's understood between us. Edna can't draw any checks, anyway, for her handwriting is quite different from mine. What could she have given him the money for? Perhaps she didn't—how can we tell? Perhaps she hid it somewhere."
Leah interposed. "Oh, no, Miss Joy, the purse was in your room all the time, I'm sure."
"It may have been justified—it's barely possible," I said. "But yesterday Edna told me that the doctor was always complaining of being hard up. What else would he harp on that for, if not to borrow from her? Frankly, it's my opinion that he does. You know how impressionable and impulsive she is—any one with tact can easily manage her."