it. Man from outside. Burglar chap. That’s the only possible solution.”

 

Flora turned to look at him.

 

“You really think so?”

 

“Don’t you?” said Blunt quickly.

 

“I—oh, yes, of course.”

 

Another silence, and then Flora burst out:—

 

“I’m—I’ll tell you why I felt so happy this morning. However heartless you think

me, I’d rather tell you. It’s because the lawyer has been—Mr.

 

Hammond. He told us about the will. Uncle Roger has left me twenty thousand

pounds. Think of it—twenty thousand beautiful pounds.”

 

Blunt looked surprised.

 

“Does it mean so much to you?”

 

“Mean much to me? Why, it’s everything. Freedom—life—no more scheming and

scraping and lying——”