“Oh, I don’t think he has any idea of the truth about that,” replied Badger.
“There is still another thing in our favor,” continued Claudia.
“What is that?”
“The alleged robbery of Vic and myself, Amos, and the photograph which Vic took by which to convince Weston of the truth of our story.”
“That was one of the shrewdest moves ever made,” declared Conley, laughing.
“Certainly it was, Jerry, and you may let Vic alone to think of such schemes as that,” said Mrs. Badger, with an evil display of sisterly pride.
“She’s a keen one, all right,” grinned Conley.
“The picture is as good as a positive proof that we were robbed,” added Claudia; “and Weston never for a moment has doubted our story. The very fact, if it were a fact, that we were robbed, moreover, plainly shows that we cannot have been both the thieves and the victims, also. That would be absurd, you see, and as long as Carter credits the photograph, just so long we may be sure that he does not suspect us of being crooks.”
“That is an ugly word to apply to us, Claudia,” growled Badger disapprovingly.
“One might as well call things by their right names,” laughed his wife. “I told you I was an adventuress, and a woman of nerve, Amos, when you wanted to marry me, and you knew just what you bargained for.”