Just what or to whom he telephoned does not concern us. But in the course of an hour or so a messenger called with money enough to make good all Helen had risked in oil stock. The cash was handed to her.
"Here, you keep it for me, Joe," she said. "I don't seem to know how to manage my fortune."
"What about those stock certificates?" asked Sanford. "I want them back."
"They are worthless, by your own confession," replied Joe, "and you're not going to fool some one else on them. "We'll just keep them for souvenirs, eh, Helen?"
"Just as you say, Joe," she answered with a blush.
Sanford blustered, but to no purpose. He was beaten at his own game, and the fear of exposure and arrest brought him to terms.
"But you shouldn't have gone to him alone, Helen," remonstrated Joe, when they were on their way back to the circus with the recovered cash.
"Well, I'd been so foolish as to lose my money, that I wanted to see if I couldn't get it back again," she said. "I didn't want any of you to help me, as I'd already given trouble enough."
"Trouble!" cried Joe. "We would have been only too glad to help you."
"Well, you did it in spite of me," Helen said, with a smile. "I did not intend you should know where I had gone. How did you find out?"