Mechanically he obeyed. Dully be wondered what she was going to do. But it did not matter, and he would soon know.
“Now,” continued the girl, when they were inside, “open the safe.”
“Why, Phœbe!” he gasped, glancing at her fearfully. “You’re not going to—”
“No; I’m not going to rob Mr. Spaythe. Open the safe, Phil—quick!”
He leaned over and set the combination. Then slowly the heavy door swung open.
Phœbe breathed a sigh of relief. Hastily unwrapping her bundle she placed a bag of gold on one shelf and a thick packet of bank bills on another—in just the places from whence Eric had abstracted the money the night before.
“All right, dear; you may lock the safe now.”
Phil was bewildered. His eyes roamed from his sister’s smiling face to the safe, and back again.
“Wha—what have you done?” he stammered.
“I’ve restored the missing cash. Lock the safe, Phil, before it’s robbed again.”