Interminably the hours of the rest of the day dragged on.
That night he sank limp into a chair on his return home.

"A man named Drummond was in the office to-day, my dear," he said.

"Some one in the office sent Reynolds a duplicate bill, and they know about the check." "Well ?" "I wonder if they suspect me ?" "If you act like that, they won't suspect.

They'll arrest," she commented sarcastically.
He had braced up again into his new self at her words.

But there was again that sinking sensation in her heart, as she realized that it was, after all, herself on whom he depended, that it was she who had been the will, even though he had been the intellect of their enterprise.
She could not overcome the feeling that, if only their positions could be reversed, the thing might even yet be carried through.
Drummond appeared again at the office the next day.