"
"Well?" asked Mr. Royce, as the other paused.
"Well, she started out by reminding me that her property had been left
to her absolutely, to do as she pleased with; a point which I, of
course, conceded. She then went on to say that she knew of a number of
bequests her father had intended to make before his death, and which
he would have made if he had not been cut off so suddenly; that the
bequests were of such a nature that he did not wish his name to appear
in them, and that she was going to undertake to carry them out
anonymously."
"Well?" asked our junior again.
"Well," said Mr. Graham slowly, "she asked me to dispose at once of
such of her securities as I thought best, in order that I might place
in her hands by to-morrow night one hundred thousand dollars in
cash--a cool hundred thousand!"
CHAPTER VIII
The Mysterious Maid
"A hundred thousand dollars!" ejaculated Mr. Royce, and sat staring at
his chief.
"A hundred thousand dollars! That's a good deal for a girl to give
away in a lump, but she can afford it. Of course, we've nothing to do
but carry out her instructions. I think both of us can guess what she
intends doing with the money."
The other nodded. I believed that I could guess, too. The money, of
course, was intended for the other woman--she was not to suffer for
her crime, after all.
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