“If you will run the money over,” he said, “I think you’ll find it’s all there.”
“But—but—how did it come here?” gurgled Jack. “I—I thought——”
“That it was lost.”
“Yes; and you—you——”
“Had it all the time,” finished Merry, still smiling quietly.
“But why—when——”
“I took it because I did not wish you to blow it in to-night at Dick Canfield’s.”
“You—you took it—when?”
“As we rolled up Fifth Avenue in the cab.”
“How did you take it, man?”