"Why hasn't he? You ain't engaged to him."
"I know I'm not, but he—I—you—" Molly began to flounder.
"Has he ever told you he loved you?" Mrs. Dale inquired, shrewdly.
"Not in so many words, but—"
"But you know he does. Well, so do I know he does. I knew it soon as you did—before, most likely. Don't you fret, Molly, he'll come back."
"No, he won't. Not now. I don't want him to."
"Then who's to fix up this mortgage business with Tweezy, I'd like to know? I declare, I wish I'd taken that lawyer's offer. We'd have something then, anyhow. Now we'll have to get out without a nickel. Oh, Molly, what did you quarrel with Racey for?"
CHAPTER XXVII
BURGLARY
Merely because he believed that the well-known all was over between Molly Dale and himself, Racey did not relinquish his plans for the future.