"Look here, Godfrey," I said, "this isn't a thing to speak of in that tone. There's something sacred about it."
His face sobered as he looked at me. It grew serious enough to suit even my mood.
"So you were imposed on, too," he said at last.
I didn't like the words, nor the tone in which they were uttered.
"No, I wasn't imposed on," I said tartly. "I must be getting along,
Godfrey. I haven't anything to tell you."
"Not just yet," he said. "Come over here across the street, Lester, where I can have an eye on the Magnus house. Don't you see—if I was wrong this morning, then you were right."
"Right?"
"If she told you the truth, some one is trying to do her out of fifty thousand dollars."
"She's given it to her husband," I said. "She thinks he's going to use it as you said."
"Given it to her husband?"