Nevertheless, she followed Gloria. Only a dim light fell from a center lamp around the dingy place, but the baskets of vegetables were easily shifted. Gloria went to work with a will. Sam looked on indifferently, all he asked was that his stuff be handled carefully. But the money did not come to light.
“What did you carry it in?” asked Gloria, as the next step in her systematic investigation.
“Why, in my bag, of course,” replied Nancy, indignant that such a question should be put to her.
“Let’s see it?” asked Gloria.
“Oh, see here!” and Nancy’s indignation mounted. “Do you suppose I’m such a fool—”
“Never mind about that, Nancy,” said Gloria evenly. “But just remember you have accused a boy of having that money. At least make sure you have searched thoroughly for it.”
This argument was unanswerable, and Nancy opened the bag with the trick catch. She fumbled through a miscellaneous collection of articles and then looked up sharply.
“But just let me have a look,” asked Gloria.
Reluctantly the bag was handed over. Gloria simply dumped the articles out into an empty berry basket, and with the refuse out of the way proceeded to look into the corners of the old hand Satchel.
“You don’t need to look—” interrupted the impatient woman. But Gloria kept right on looking.