"It was from Salter. You probably don't know him. He came to me because he knew I was a friend of Howard's. He was frightfully upset. It seems there was some sort of club which a crowd of students were collecting for, and he and Howard held the funds. It wasn't much—150 pounds—and Howard drew it out two days ago."
"Does that astonish you?" Robert asked.
She seemed not to hear the scorn and irony of the question. She went on packing deliberately, and he watched her, not knowing what he would say or do. The tide was rising faster. His dread would carry him off his feet.
"No. I was sure things were coming to a crisis."
"He was no good. Anyone could see that."
"I didn't see it."
"Well, you see it now," he flung at her with a hard triumph.
"I don't."
"A mean thief——"
"Not mean, Robert."