She stood in the doorway between the dining-room and the kitchen, looking at Sanderson in sleepy-eyed bewilderment.
"I saw you riding in," she said.

"Where on earth have you been at this hour?
You came from the direction of Okar." "Business," he grinned.
"Business! Why, what kind of business could take you to Okar during the night ?" "If you could get the sleep out of your eyes," he suggested, "mebbe you could see.

It's the kind of business that all the world is interested in--gettin' the money." And then she saw the packages of bills.

She rubbed her eyes as though in doubt of the accuracy of her vision; they grew wide and bright with astonishment and wonder, and she gave a little, breathless gasp as she ran forward to the table and looked down at the mound of wealth.
And then, convinced that her senses had not played her a trick, her face whitened, she drew a long breath, and turned to Sanderson, grasping the lapels of his coat and holding them tightly.
"Sanderson," she said in an awed voice, "what have you done?
Where did you get that money ?" He told her, and her eyes dilated.

"What a reckless thing to do!" she said.