"Suppose I go and tell Mrs. Merton who took her money?"
"You would only expose yourself."
"I did not take it."
"You made me divide with you."
"I shall deny all that. Besides, I shall tell all that I saw—on that day."
Harold felt troubled. Felicie might, as he knew, make trouble for him, and though he could in time inform against her, that would not make matters much better for him. Probably the whole story would come out, and he felt sure that the French maid would not spare him.
A lucky thought came to him.
"Felicie," he said, "I think I can suggest something that will help you."
"Well, what is it?"
"Go to my aunt's drawer yourself. You have plenty of chance, and you can keep all the money you find. I won't ask you for any of it."