“I’m with you,” laughed Madison.
Diamond seated himself at the table, feeling for his money. He did not find it at once, and he continued to search through other pockets. At length, he rose, saying:
“I believe I have lost my money!”
He was very quiet and cool about it.
“What’s that?” asked Herrick, who had also taken a seat at the table. “How could you have lost it?”
“I don’t know.”
“You had it at the Hoffman House?”
“Yes.”
“He had it just outside the door here,” said Madison, “after he paid the cabman there.”
“I did that from loose money in my trousers pocket,” said the Southerner. “I am not certain the rest of my money was with me then. But I remember putting it in my pocket at the hotel.”