“You mean reimburse the subscribers?”
“Exactly.”
For a few seconds the millionaire studied Kent’s candid face. “Very well,” he agreed. “How much?”
“Sheriff Schlager can tell you. He is keeping the accounts. You see, it was necessary to get her out of the way. Her windows overlook the churchyard.”
“So you took occasion to indicate before.”
“Repetition of a really relevant point is excusable. She left, two weeks ago, very much mystified but pathetically thankful, poor old girl!”
“She has no monopoly on being mystified,” observed Mr. Blair, with pursed lips.
“Probably she never will understand. That’s where you have the advantage of her, for I think you’ll see quite clearly the reason for her trip, and the propriety of your footing the bills.”
“Go on.”
“When she was safely out of the way, and no longer overlooking Annalaka churchyard by night, from her window, Schlager, Adam Bain and I paid a visit to the place. Technically, what we did there amounts to grave robbery, I suppose. But we covered our tracks well, and I don’t think anybody will ever discover what has been done.”