The man looked at the floor.
"Don't be a fool—how's it going to?" Lindsay repeated irritably.
The other did not move.
"Is that the truth?" Lindsay's voice was strained and worried.
The man drew a long, uneven breath. "Yes," he answered.
Lindsay glanced at the suit-case, at the man in the chair, at the revolver.
"Jimmy!" he muttered, "Jimmy B.!" For the first time since he had last addressed her, he noticed Caroline. He frowned, then suddenly his face cleared.
"Look here," he said, his eye again on the man, "do you know where all that silver belongs?"
She nodded.
"I help Selma sometimes."