But her attention riveted itself once more on the empty box at her feet. A
third of her fortune, and gone beyond redemption. Her stunned mind grasped
that fact at once. No one stole bonds to keep them. But who was the thief?
Not any of her old friends. They might gamble, or drink, or deceive their
legal guardians, but they drew the line at stealing. Certain sins lie
within the social code and others do not. Women of her class, unless
kleptomaniac, did not steal. It wasn't done. With reason or unreason they
classed thieves of any sort with harlots, burglars, firebugs, embezzlers,
forgers, murderers, and common people who overdressed and drank too much in
public; and withdrew their skirts.
Moreover, Aileen had been with her in Europe. Olive lived there. Janet and
Sibyl had more money than they could spend. The Ruylers were ranching, and
Helene was in Adler's Sanatorium with a new baby. Alice had gone to Santa
Barbara before she left and had not returned.
It was insulting even to pass them in review, but the mind works in erratic
curves under shock.
Gora had taken the thousand dollars Mortimer had returned to her and gone
first to Lake Tahoe and then to Honolulu to write a novel. She would return
on the morrow.
Mortimer.
It was incredible. Monstrous. She was outrageous even to link his name with
such a deed. He was the soul of honor. He might not be a genius but no man
had a cleaner reputation.
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