She stopped short and seized his arm.
“You mean between Blake, Peck, and Manning?”
“Yes. I’ve got it!”
“Signed?”
“All signed!” And he slapped the breast pocket of his old frock-coat.
“Let me see it! Please!”
He handed it to her, and by the light of a street lamp she glanced it through.
“Oh, it’s too good to believe!” she murmured exultantly. “Oh, oh!” She thrust it into her bosom, where it lay beside Doctor Sherman’s confession. “Come, we must hurry!” she cried. And with her arm through his they set off in the direction of the Square.
“When did Mr. Manning get this?” she asked, after a moment.