“So, if anyone chanced to see her there, they would take her for a ghost. Some one did see her there—three girls, also dressed in sheets—your daughter, Phœbe Daring and Marion Randolph.”
“Well, I declare!” ejaculated the lawyer.
Toby told of the incident in the graveyard, and how Miss Halliday had afterward made still another trip with the balance of the money.
“Did she put it all into the vault?” asked the judge.
“Yes, sir; and so I suppose she put the papers there, too. But I cannot be positive of that.”
“But—good gracious, Toby!—what possessed the woman to hide all that plunder in a vault?”
“She is quite clever, sir. The other hiding place had been discovered by Phœbe; some of the money had been taken; it was best to hide it elsewhere. Who would ever think of searching a graveyard for it?”
“You’re right, Toby. But what happened afterward?”
“Very little, sir. Miss Halliday went to bed and slept soundly, for I heard her snore.”
“You climbed in at the window again?”