"And she must have known his money wasn't his own."

"Why must she?" I asked. "According to what he told Hilary, she
didn't."

"I don't believe it," said Mrs. Hilary, with decision.

"Hilary believed it!"

"Oh, Hilary!"

"But, then Hilary knew the girl."

"Hilary knew--! You mean to say Hilary knew--?

"No one better," said I composedly.

Mrs. Hilary rose to her feet. "Who was the creature?" she asked
sharply.

"Come," I expostulated, "how would you like it if your young man
had taken to theft and--"

"Oh, nonsense. Tell me her name, please, Mr. Carter."

"Johnny told Hilary that just to see her and talk to her and sit
by her side was 'worth all the money'--but then, to be sure, it
was somebody else's money--and that he'd do it again to get what
he had got over again. Then, I'm sorry to say, he swore."