“This poverty is killing us all,” she said to herself at last, “and I will speak. It may be true, and he shall do something to find out.”
“Mark dear,” she said aloud, “I have something to say.”
“Indeed! Well, what is it?”
“I’ve come to the conclusion that, now you are better, you ought to speak out like a man, and—”
“Stop!” he said hoarsely.
“No, Mark, I shall not stop,” cried Janet decidedly. “You say that you went to a friend’s house that night with all your money and—and treasure.”
“Girl! will you be silent?” he cried savagely.
“No,” said Janet, laughing. “I want you to see this matter as I do. Whoever this man is, he ought to be forced to give up what he must have stolen from you. If you will not stir, I shall.”
“You will?”
“Yes, I shall take counsel with Hendon again.”