It was then that they sent for you, Mag.
Why didn't I tell it straight at the first, you dear old Mag? Because I
didn't know the straight of it, then, myself. I was so heavy-witted I
never once thought of Edward. He must have taken the bills out of the
purse and then crammed them in his pocket while he was waiting there on
the lounge and I was pretending to telephone and--
But it's best as it is--oh, so best! Think, Mag! Two people who knew
her--who knew her, mind--believed in Nancy Olden, in spite of
appearances: Obermuller, while we were in the thick of it, and; you,
you dear girl, while I was telling you of it.