He decided, the question by exclaiming:
"Ha! This is the little iron safe she mentioned: of course the money is
here, and the will is probably here, too, for that matter, which states
that all of the Fairfax fortune goes to the old lady--which means the
pretty Claire ultimately. Well, the more money the better; there is no
one more competent to make it fly at a gay pace than myself. A prince of
the royal blood couldn't go at a faster pace than I have been going
during these last three weeks! Ha, ha, ha!"
In a moment he was kneeling before the safe. To his intense satisfaction
the knob yielded to his deft touch.
"I shall have less trouble than I anticipated," he muttered, with a
little chuckle.
Faynie stood motionless, scarcely three feet behind him, watching him
intently, with horror-stricken eyes and glued tongue.
She saw him take a roll of bills, and after carefully counting them,
transfer them to his pocket.
Heirlooms, too, in the way of a costly diamond stud, sleeve links, and
massive watch and chain, which had been her father's, went the same way.
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