“Far away,” thought Judy, “and not likely to come back.” Aloud she said, with perfect control, “We prefer to send the money ourselves. Could you give us his address?”
“Well, now, I could.” She hesitated a moment and then went inside, returning with a piece of paper on which a post office box number was written. “You can reach him there,” she said briefly and closed the door.
“Now what do we do?” asked Flo. “Shall we write him a letter and invite him to come back home and be arrested? We aren’t really going to send him any money, are we?”
“He doesn’t need our money. He has plenty,” Judy began when Pauline interrupted heatedly.
“He certainly has. People were generous. There was all of fifty thousand dollars in the building fund. With that much on hand he can stay in hiding for a long, long time. Are you going to tell Peter where we were?” Pauline asked suddenly.
“Eventually,” Judy said. “It bothers me when I have to keep things from him. He won’t like it, of course. Maybe I ought to wait until he’s feeling a little better before I say anything.”
“I think you’re right,” Pauline agreed. “Just stay cheerful for Peter, and don’t worry about a thing.”
CHAPTER XVIII
Thieves of the Mind
Judy found Pauline’s advice hard to follow.