“Phœbe!”
“Don’t look so wild, dear. Can’t you understand you are saved—that there will be no exposure of a theft to-morrow morning? Lock the safe, and let us go home.”
He could not realize it, even yet. Still dazed and wondering he locked the safe and followed Phœbe into the street. They were halfway home before he asked:
“Where did you find Eric?”
“I haven’t seen Eric,” she replied.
“Then where did the money come from?”
“It’s my secret, Phil; you mustn’t ask.”
“But I must know, Phœbe. Why, it’s—it’s amazing!”
“Seems so, doesn’t it?”
“It’s impossible! Three thousand—”