I didn't like the words, nor the tone in which they were uttered.
"No, I wasn't imposed on," I said tartly. "I must be getting along,
Godfrey. I haven't anything to tell you."
"Not just yet," he said. "Come over here across the street, Lester,
where I can have an eye on the Magnus house. Don't you see--if I was
wrong this morning, then you were right."
"Right?"
"If she told you the truth, some one is trying to do her out of fifty
thousand dollars."
"She's given it to her husband," I said. "She thinks he's going to use
it as you said."
"Given it to her husband?"
"Well, placed it on the desk in front of him."
"Did you _see_ him?"
"I saw him write a note," I said doggedly. "You can't see a spirit,
you know--its impalpable."
By this time we were deep in the shadow of another doorway across
the street, and Godfrey leaned back against a pillar and mused for a
moment.
"Of course," he said at last, "I don't want you to do anything
unprofessional, Lester, but I really think you'd better tell me. You
didn't hesitate to call me in this morning."
"I thought then that somebody was trying to bunco Mrs. Magnus."
"And I think so now," said Godfrey. "Surely you know you can trust
me."
I demurred a while longer, but finally told him the whole story. When
I had ended, he gave a little low whistle of amazement.
"Well," he said, "that's what I call clever. There's a certain
artistic touch about it--only one man--"
He fell silent again, absently gnawing his under lip.
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