"What is it?" asked her husband, startled.
"Oh, look, Dyce! Look at this!"
She pointed him to a paragraph headed: "Disappearance of a City Man." When Lashmar had read it, he met his wife's anguished look with surprise and misgiving.
"You've had a precious narrow escape. Of course this is nothing to you, now?"
"Oh but I'm afraid it is—I'm afraid it is, Dyce—"
"What do you mean? Didn't you get everything out of his hands?"
"I thought it was safe—I left it till we were back at home—"
Lashmar started to his feet, pale as death.
"What? Then all your money is lost?"
"Oh, surely not? How can it be? We must make inquiries at once—"