He saw me with a lot of cash,
and he suspected something. The man is sharp, and one day he saw the
numbers of one of the bank notes I had. He looked up the numbers
which Ed gave the police, and it corresponded. Then he jumped to the
conclusion that I had stolen the ten thousand dollars in cash, and
the bonds. Nothing I could say about it being a joke could convince
him. He began to bleed me for hush money, and I had to give it to
him. Then I thought of a plan for getting him out of the way. I put
him up to start Jack's car off, thinking he might be arrested for
malicious mischief and put in jail, but I never dreamed you would be
hurt, Jack. Honest, I didn't."
Jack did not answer.
"Well, that plan didn't work," went on Sid, "and Lem kept getting
worse. Then I didn't know what Mary Downs might be up to, going away
as she did. I believe she thought I really stole the money."
"She did," put in Cora. "She told me so; but her going away had
nothing to do with it. A relative was taken suddenly ill, and she
had to leave. She wrote me something about the robbery--excuse me,
I'll not call it a robbery now--but Mary thought it was, and she
imagined both Sid and Ida were guilty."
"I can't blame her much," murmured Ida unhappily.
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