"As if I did not know your voice!" she cried involuntarily.
There followed a little pause; and in her throat the pulses tightened and drummed.
"I have opened the bag, Sylvia…."
"Please go on."
"And I've sounded the depths of your hideous infamy!"
"Oh!" He was laughing.
"I've done more. I've made a burnt offering, within the last five minutes. Can you guess what it is?"
"I—I—don't want to guess! I want to be told."
"A burnt offering on the altar of your happiness, dear. The papers in the case of the Dougherty Investment Company no longer exist."
"Dan!"