"Of course I'll tell you, Lady Billington-Smith." Harding replied gently. "Will you come into the study for a moment?"
She came down at once, and passed without hesitation into the study, where Mr. Tremlowe was packing the contents of the safe into a leather satchel. She hardy seemed to notice Francis; her attention was all for Harding. Almost before he had shut the door she repeated: "Wasn't I right?"
"You were exactly right," answered Harding. "Your husband drew two hundred and fifty pounds out of thc bank on Monday morning."
Mr. Tremlowe removed his spectacles, and carefully wiped them. "That is very interesting, Inspector," he said. "Two hundred and fifty pounds, you say. H'm!"
Fay said quickly: "It proves it was robbery, doesn't it — if my husband didn't pay any bills that morning? Don't you think it does, Inspector?"
"Not quite, I'm afraid. I am having the numbers of the missing notes circulated, but until they are traced -"
"Forgive me," said Francis, "but do you think I might be told what has happened?"
"Arthur drew two hundred and fifty pounds out on Monday, and there was only one hundred and twenty pounds found in the safe when Mr. Tremlowe opened it today," explained Dinah tersely.
"Arithmetic is not my strongest point," said Francis. "Would somebody work it out for me?"
"The difference," said Harding, "is one hundred and thirty pounds."