“I'd as well tell you and be done with it; you'll go in it anyhow.”
She tossed her head with a touch of angry pride. He took her hand, led her across the room and placed it on the valise.
“I've got five thousand dollars in gold in that bag.”
She drew back, surprised beyond the power of speech.
“And I'm going to give it to this old woman——”
“To her—why?” she gasped.
“She's my mother.”
“Your MOTHER?”
“Yes.”
“I—I—thought—you told me she was dead.”