The amount of the body of the check had been filled in in Barstow's hand.
"You had better give it to me, Sylvia," he said, his fingers moving restlessly on the table-cloth.

"That check would be a very dangerous thing if Parminter ever came to hear of it.

Better give it to me." He leaned over and took it gently from before her, and put it carefully away in his pocket.
"Now, you see, there's more reason ever why we should get Wallie Hine away from those two men.

He is living a bad life here.

Three weeks in the country may set his thoughts in a different grove.