"And paid it in? So that they lose nothing? So that they all know that
Bernard had only been careless? That he was not a thief?"
"It's all right," he assured her. "There's nothing for you to worry about—now."
"You are sure you are keeping nothing back? You would not deceive me?
There is nothing more?"
Gibbon hesitated; he was not a man who told lies; and there was something more. "It seems he made debts—debts that out of his salary it was impossible for your brother to pay."
"Yes?"
"But he did pay them."
"He did? Then—?"
"You see, Miss Deleah, they're wishful to know where he got the money from to pay with."
She looked at him with knit brows anxiously for a minute, then her face cleared and a glad light was in her eyes. "Why, I can tell them!" she said, "I sent him the money to pay the debts."
"It was fifty pounds—about. You sent it?"