“My money is all right,” said Madison.
Herrick was looking at Frank in a very suspicious manner, but Merry was watching Jack. Diamond again went through his pockets, but with no better result.
“It’s gone!” he declared, with forced calmness. “It’s plain I shall not be able to play here to-night.”
“I can let you have some money on your paper, old man,” said Herrick.
“No; I think I’ll not take it. I’ve dropped enough to-night. There was about five thousand dollars in that roll.”
The Southerner was keeping his nerve in an admirable manner.
“How do you suppose you lost it, Jack?” asked Frank, with anxiety expressed on his face.
“I haven’t the least idea,” confessed Diamond.
“Perhaps it was lost in the cab. Do you know the driver?”
“The cab-driver is all right,” said Herrick. “It wasn’t lost in there, unless——”