“Oh, he came with some crazy story about—some checks Dick cashed for you, which your father 124 repudiates. The old man must be going mad!”
“Checks?” she asked huskily, and her face was drawn with terror.
“Checks for quite large amounts,” said the rector. “Two or five thousand dollars, or something like that. The old man’s memory must be failing him. He’s getting dangerous. I always thought his animosity against Dick was more assumed than real, but to launch such a preposterous accusation is beyond enduring.”
“Does he accuse Dick?” she asked, in a strained voice; “Dick, who is dead?”
“Yes, darling. But don’t think of such nonsense. Barnby himself saw the absurdity of discussing it. Dick has had no money except what you got for him.”
She made no reply, but with bowed head walked unsteadily out of the room.