"Yes, yes--please go on," she urged.
"When I wrote that letter I had forgotten what I had done the day before the race.

I had gone into my husband's room to find some things I needed from the drawer of his dressing-table; and far at the back of a drawer I found a crumpled-up roll of ten-pound notes.

It was fifty pounds altogether.

I took the notes--" She paused a moment, and the room became very still.

Both her listeners were sure that they were nearing a thing of deep importance.
In a lower voice Mona continued: "I don't know what possessed me, but perhaps it was that the things he did of which I disapproved most had got a hold on me in spite of myself.