Cara approached the table.
"No. I didn't expect them in return for that," she replied. "I'm proposing
to give you the usual return for notes of hand--payment of the amount
owing."
To make this proposal had been her intention when she had first suggested
to Ann that she should take her place as Forrester's guest. She had not
dared to offer the necessary money as an outright loan, realising that
the girl would have refused it on Tony's behalf peremptorily, so she had
inwardly resolved to redeem the bills Brett held without consulting her.
She opened a small, ivory-mounted wrist-bag she carried, and withdrew a
bundle of crisp Bank of England notes.
"I think the sum owing is twelve hundred," she said composedly. "There's
the money. Will you count it, please, and let me have the bills Tony has
given you."
Brett stood quietly looking down at the small heap of notes, but he made no
effort to pick them up.
"I'd forgotten you were a wealthy woman," he remarked contemplatively.
Cara laughed rather bitterly.
"Heaven knows I've not found my wealth of much value to me before," she
said. "But I shall think more of it in the future if it can get a friend
out of trouble.
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