“I’m afraid—”
Sybil stopped.
“Yes?”
A sudden light of understanding came to Ruth. She knew what it was that Sybil was trying to say, had been trying to say ever since she spoke with Bailey.
“My money has gone, too? Is that it?”
Sybil did not answer. Ruth went quickly to her and took her in her arms.
“You poor baby,” she cried. “Was that what was on your mind, wondering how you should tell me? I knew there was something troubling you.”
Sybil began to sob.
“I didn’t know how to tell you,” she whispered.
Ruth laughed excitedly. She felt as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders—a weight which had been crushing the life out of her. In the last few days the scales had fallen from her eyes and she had seen clearly.