“Here it is,” said Wilson.
“What?” inquired the other.
“The screw.”
“It’s only Thursday.”
“Yes; I’m off to-morrow for my holiday.”
“Oh! very well. It’s just as welcome to-day as to-morrow, I dare say; but why didn’t you say you were coming to-day? ’Pon my word, I wasn’t looking out for you; and what an awful lark it would have been if you had had to take the money back to London!”
“I did telegraph on Monday.”
“The d—l you did! The gaffer never told me any thing about it. It’s just like him; but never mind, I’m mum about his carelessness. He’s a good sort.”
The train moved on again, and the expectant thief went empty away.
From another station the money was lost. That is to say, it reached neither the hands for which it was intended by the company’s cashier, nor those who laid a plan to divert it into other channels. It went in a direction that neither party contemplated.