Ilingsworth raised his eyebrows. It was plain that he doubted her, though she spoke with every indication of honesty and frankness.
"You haven't any money, any stocks, bonds, deeds, or anything of the kind?"
"I have what my mother left me," was her quiet answer. "She died some time ago."
"How much was it?" he persisted.
"Why do you ask?" she returned, annoyed.
Ilingsworth made a gesture of impatience and again he asked:
"How much was it?"
"Less—than a million," the girl faltered. "About three-quarters, I should say. I have the figures somewheres—but what is it to you?"
The man brushed away her answer as though the three-quarters of a million were a mere dross.