"Well, Mr. Reyburn, will you please tell me what would anybody want to offer a reward, a big reward, like a thousand dollars—or several of them,—for information about any one? Could you think of any reason?"
Reyburn started. Reward again! This was uncanny. Probably this girl had been to the movies and seen the same picture that Ryan had told him about. But he smiled gravely and answered, watching her quizzically the while:
"Well, they might love the person that had disappeared," he suggested at random.
"Oh, no!" said Jane decidedly. "They didn't! I know that fer a fac'! What else could it be?"
"Well, they might have a responsibility!" he said thoughtfully.
"No chance!" said Jane scornfully.
"Couldn't they be anxious, don't you think?"
"Not so's you'd notice it."
"Well, there might be some property to be divided, perhaps."
"I'd thought of that," said Jane, her face growing practical. "It would have to be a good deal of property to make them offer a big reward, wouldn't it?"