As Forrester closed the front door, after reaching home, his mother and sister hurried out into the hall to meet him. Mrs. Forrester threw her arms around his neck, while Josephine sympathetically took one of his hands in both her own. "My poor boy!" exclaimed Mrs. Forrester. "Why didn’t you tell us you were worried to death?" "Worried!" echoed Forrester. "Where did you get the idea that I was worried?" "Oh, Bob," explained Josephine, "we read that article in the _Times_ this morning, and people have been calling us up all day." "Why didn’t you tell us you received one of those dreadful notices?" queried Mrs. Forrester. "Because I didn’t think it amounted to anything," answered Forrester. "There was no use upsetting you with a little thing like that." "A little thing like that!" exclaimed Josephine. "Why they _killed_ poor Mr. Nevins! When we didn’t hear anything from you all day we were sure you had met with an accident." "And the paper said you were so frightened, Bob," added his mother, "that we thought perhaps you had run away and hidden somewhere without letting us know." "Damn!" exploded Forrester. "Wait until I get my hands on that reporter!" "Arn’t you really frightened?" asked Josephine. "Do I look frightened?" retorted Forrester. "You mustn’t believe all the rubbish you see in the newspapers. Those reporters have to invent half the stuff they write." "But you _did_ get a notice, didn’t you, Son?" asked Mrs. Forrester. "Certainly, but it’s nothing to get excited about," grumbled Forrester. "I’ll just put the money in that tree Saturday night and the whole thing will be forgotten. Prentice told me he had had the same experience once, and you see nothing ever happened to him." "Oh, don’t wait until Saturday," protested Mrs. Forrester. "Take it up right now and get the thing off our minds. The decorators are through and before we saw that newspaper article I had made all arrangements to move out to ’Woodmere’ Saturday morning." "Yes," added Josephine, "fix it up right now as Mother suggests, Bob. We would never dare move out into the country with this threat hanging over you, and I do so want to leave the hot city. Practically all our friends are up in the country now." "Now look here, folks," protested Forrester, releasing himself from the embraces of his mother and sister, and throwing back his shoulders. "I’m the head of this house, and I command you to say nothing more about this matter. Let your arrangements for moving Saturday morning go ahead just as you had planned. I cannot do anything about delivering this money before Saturday night, as these men would not be expecting it until that time. Now, mind what I say and forget about it. It’s all nonsense, coddling and worrying about a man who has come safely through the war. The police are working on the case right now and you have absolutely no cause for worry or fear." "But Mr. Nevins...." began Josephine.