"Never—never did any such thing! Why, it's ridiculous! I wouldn't put the money in my hat."
"You had your hat in your hand when you came in."
"Yes, I was going to shoo the dog and cat with it. But where are the dog and cat? Are things bewitched around here? There's something queer about this."
Frank Merriwell laughed quietly.
"I don't think you will find the dog or the cat if you search a long time," he said. "As for the money——"
He finished with another laugh, and a light began to dawn on Thaddeus Burnham.
"You rascal!" exclaimed the vexed manager, flushing as he realized he had been fooled. "You are responsible for all this! The dog and cat——"
"Ventriloquism," admitted Frank
"The money——"
"Sleight of hand."