What she saw caused her to hold her breath with astonishment.

Was she awake or did she dream?
At one side of the room stood a small table, and on the table, in full view of her incredulous eyes, stood the strong box which had held the bazaar money that had been spirited away on Thanksgiving night.

Bending over it, the light from his dark lantern shining full on the lock, was the man whom she had accused on the train.
[Illustration: Grace Held Her Breath in Astonishment] Thrilled for the moment by her discovery, Grace forgot everything except what was going on inside the room.

The man was making vain efforts to hit upon the combination.

How long he had been there Grace had no idea.
She could not take her eyes from the box which contained their hard-earned money.
Minutes went by, but still she watched in a fever of apprehension for fear he might accidentally discover the combination.