"The wallet! Ed Foster's wallet in the tool box—here—see!"
He held the pocketbook up to view.
"Where—where did you get it?" gasped Cora.
"In—in—your—tool—box!"
"What?"
The girl's voice was shrill, and there was a tremor in her tones. Cora fairly leaped out beside him. She was staring at the brown leather wallet the wallet that had contained the twenty thousand dollars.
"How on earth—" she began.
She reached out her hand for the pocketbook. Walter gave it to her.
She raised up the flap, and uttered but a single word:
"Empty!"
The limp wallet fell from her hand to the ground. Cora's face turned strangely white, and she began swaying, as does a tree that a woodsman has nearly cut through.