A box had been made beneath the step, and, lying in it, were two packets of papers done up in red ribbon, and a great quantity of money in big bills.
He took out and counted twenty one-thousand-dollar bills, and twenty thousand more dollars in bills of five and one hundred.
“Whew!” he whistled, sitting down and looking at his find.
A sound startled him.
It came from above.
A faint, weak voice—a woman’s, apparently.
It seemed to be calling for help.
Patsy stuffed the money in his pockets, and bounded up the attic stairs.
Under the unfinished loft on a couch of blankets he saw a young woman lying.