"There's more than that," said David nervously.
"How do you know? It's never been opened."
Mrs. Braddock glanced at the writing on the face of the staunch,
yellow envelope. She started violently. In plain figures, in one
corner, she saw: "$3,000." She realized, with a flash of shame, that
it would be fatal to the boy's interests if her husband should come to
know of the actual value of the package. She opened her lips to utter
a word of caution to David, but he was too eager and too quick for
her.
"There's three thousand dollars in it," he said.
Braddock started. For the first time he removed the chewed cigar from
his lips, all the while fixedly regarding the youth with narrowing
eyes. He was thinking fast and hard. Three thousand dollars!
"You are not to break this seal, David Jenison," said Mrs. Braddock
firmly, her face very white. "Take it and go. It is your money, not
ours."
"Hold on there," objected her husband. His befuddled brain was solving
a certain problem to his own eminent satisfaction. "These officers
have got to be convinced that you are not with this show. I can't
afford to lie to 'em.
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