“Are you sure he took it?” “Unfortunately, yes. It disappeared at the same time he did. It’s why he hid himself away, and never came back to us.” Sable’s glum look deepened. Probably he was thinking the same thing I was: that several thousand dollars in cash, in the slums of San Francisco, in the depths of the depression, were a very likely passport to oblivion. But we couldn’t say it out loud. With her money, and her asthma, and her heart, Mrs. Galton was living at several removes from reality. Apparently that was how it had to be.
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