"The bank?"
"Yes, the bank. You know, it is just in the rear of my house."
Here Fortune came forward. All the bright color was gone from her cheeks; the old mask of despair had re-formed. She needed no further enlightenment.
"Are you going back there?" she asked.
"Yes, dear; I must. Mr. Mortimer will go with me."
"And I?"
"No, heart o' mine; you've got to stay here."
"If you do not take me with you, you will not find me here when you return."
"My child," began Mortimer soothingly, "you must not talk like that. There will be danger."
"Then notify the police, and let the danger rest upon their shoulders," she said, her jaws set squarely.