Then off she ran to talk it over with Don again, and Cousin Judith said to Phoebe:
“There may be a clew for you in this donation, my Lady Conspirator.”
“That occurred to me at once,” replied the girl seriously. “No one would donate fifty dollars to the Marching Club unless greatly interested in the fate of poor Toby. And who so likely to be interested in saving him as the one who really took Mrs. Ritchie’s box?”
“In that case, the thief has a conscience and does not wish an innocent person to suffer for his own fault,” commented Judith. “Therefore, thinking the Marching Club may assist Toby’s case, the guilty one has donated fifty dollars to the cause.”
“Perhaps a part of the stolen money,” suggested Phoebe.
“Very likely. The letter says he wishes to conceal his identity, but—”
“The Spaythes must know who it is!” exclaimed Phoebe.
“Of course.”
“I’m going to see Eric right away. He wrote the letter, Cousin Judith, and Eric knows if anyone does.”
“But will he tell you?”