She snapped on her desk light and made out a check to "Cash" for five thousand dollars. Her fountain pen trembled as she wrote, so much so that she made a bad blot on the check and had to tear it up and toss it into the little wicker waste basket at her feet. She took the precaution to tear it into very small bits. Then she made out another check, this time more carefully, and stuffed it into the bosom of her dress. With a precautionary look around, she hurried out through the open door, out upon the piazza and over the lawn, not stopping to don hat or wrap beforehand.
