"Two days," said Garrison. "I'll send you a check to-morrow morning."
Theodore turned to depart. Tuttle had returned. He knocked on the door and entered. Startled thus to find himself face to face with Robinson, he hesitated where he stood.
"So," said Theodore with one more gasp of anger, "you sold me out, did you, Tuttle? I might have expected it of you!"
Tuttle would have answered, and not without heat. Garrison interposed.
"It's all right, Tuttle," he said. "Robinson knows when he's done. I told him you were in a better camp. Any news of Mr. Fairfax for us all?"
"It's out in the papers," said Tuttle in reply, taking two copies of an evening edition from his pocket. "It seems a first wife of Mr. Fairfax has nabbed him, up at White Plains. But he's crazy, so she'll put him away."
For the first time in all the scene Dorothy spoke.
She merely said, "Thank Heaven!"