The young trapeze' performer sought out the old clown and told him what had taken place.
"Helen gone!" exclaimed Bill. "That's queer!"
"I thought maybe you'd know about it, Bill."
"Me? No, not a thing. She never said a word to me. Are you sure you and she didn't have any—er—little tiff?"
"Of course not!" and Joe blushed under his tan. "She didn't tell me she was going."
"Oh, well, she'll be back to-night, Jim says. I guess she's all right. Now I've got to get busy."
But Joe was not satisfied. It was not like Helen to go off in this way, and he felt there was something strange about it.
"I do hope she isn't going to try to make any more investments with her money—that is with what she has left," he mused. "Maybe she heard of some other kind of stock she can buy, and she thinks from the profits of that she can make up for what she is sure to lose in the oil investment. Poor Helen! It certainly is hard luck!"
Joe thought so much of his new theory that he visited the circus treasurer with whom Helen had left some of her money.
"No, it's here in the safe—what she left with me," the treasurer said. "Too bad about her losing that nice sum, wasn't it? It will take her quite a while to save that much."