“So you counted the gold with Elaine. Are you sure of the sums you mentioned? Could you see clearly through that peephole?”
“I may have made a mistake, of course,” she answered. “But I am almost sure I counted right.”
“You took three thousand, three hundred and ninety dollars?”
“Yes, sir. Fifteen hundred in gold and eighteen hundred and ninety, in bills.”
“H-m. H—m—! We must return that money, Phœbe.”
“Return it! Why, how can I, Judge?”
“You can’t, my dear; but I can. Let’s see. She has given you until to-morrow noon—All right.”
Phœbe drew a long breath.
“Meet me here at ten o’clock in the morning,” he added.
“Very well, sir.”