"So I wrote him that letter," Mona went on. "I had forgotten all about
the money I put on the outsider which won the race. As you know, I was
called away to my sick sister that evening, and the money I won with
Shiel's fifty pounds was not paid to me till after Shiel had gone."
"How much was it?" asked Kitty breathlessly.
"Four thousand pounds."
Kitty exclaimed so loudly that she smothered her mouth with a hand.
"Why, he only needs for the syndicate two thousand pounds--ten thousand
dollars," she said excitedly. "But what's the good of it, if he can't
lay his hand on it by midnight to-night!"
"He can do so," was Mona's quick reply. "I was going to tell him that,
but the lawyer came, and--"
Kitty sprang up and down in excitement. "I had a plan. It might have
worked without this. It was the only way then. But this makes it sure
--yes, most beautifully sure. It shows that the thing to do is to follow
your convictions. You say you actually have the money, Mrs. Crozier?"
Mona took from her pocket an envelope, and out of it she drew four Bank
of England notes. "Here it is--here are four one-thousand-pound notes.
I had it paid to me that way five years ago, and here--here it is," she
added, with almost a touch of hysteria in her voice, for the excitement
of it all acted on her like an electric storm.
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