They both listened eagerly now, but so stealthy were the young man’s movements that no further sound reached their ears. He must have effected his escape from the bank a long time before the twins ventured to stir.
“Phœbe,” said Phil bitterly, “it is evident that I’ve stolen a stack of bills and a bag of gold. The fact can easily be proven against me, anyhow.”
“Not yet,” returned the girl, in a firm, decided tone. “Come with me, Phil.”
She began to make her way around the building to the side door.
“What are you going to do?” he asked.
“I’m going to block Eric’s wicked conspiracy and save you,” she replied. “Open that door, and let us go in.”
CHAPTER XVIII
A SISTER’S LOVE
Phil looked up and down the dark, deserted street. Eric had made off so quietly that not a footfall had been heard. But no one was abroad to see him, however much noise he might have made.
The back room of Spaythe’s Bank was witnessing a succession of curious scenes this eventful night. Phil had opened the safe again and was counting the money. It was a long count, and must needs be accurate; but Phœbe, now cool as ice, helped him in her methodical way and it was not necessary to inspect more of the currency than the packets of bank notes and the gold.