--my, what a lot of money, and all got in one day! Tell him that it was
all won by his own cash. It's as easy as can be, and it will be a
certainty now."

So saying, she lit a match. "You--hold this wicked old catfish letter
into the flame, please, Mrs. Crozier, and keep praying all the time, and
please remember that 'our little hands were never made to tear each
other's eyes.'"

Mona's small fingers were trembling as she held the fateful letter into
the flame, and then in silence both watched it burn to a cinder. A
faint, hopeful smile was on Mona's face now.

"What isn't never was to those that never knew," said Kitty briskly, and
pushed a chair up to the table. "Now sit down and write, please."

Mona sat down. Taking up a sheet of notepaper she looked at it
dubiously.

"Oh, what a fool I am!" said Kitty, understanding the look. "And that's
what every criminal does--he forgets something. I forgot the notepaper.
Of course you can't use that notepaper. Of course not. He'd know it in
a minute. Besides, the sheet we burned had an engraved address on it.
I never thought of that--good gracious!"

"Wait--wait," said Mona, her face lighting. "I may have some sheets in
my writing-case. It's only a chance, but there were some loose sheets in
it when I left home. I'll go and see."

While she was gone to her bedroom Kitty stood still in the middle of the