"But where did you get the money?" Gilbert asked, incredulously.
Lopez winked. "Ees all right."
"Where did you get it?" the American persisted.
"I rob ze bank," said Lopez; and thought nothing more of it.
"Robbed the bank?" Gilbert was wide-eyed now.
"Sure! Ees what I go to town for."
Jones turned away. "It's all off again!"
The bandit was discouraged. "No! I am become business man what are tired myself! I take ze money to lawyer what are frand for me. 'E go to ze judge what 'ave come 'ome planty dronk. 'E tell ze judge you send 'im for pay ze moggidge. Judge say sure, and 'and 'im recipe. Ees all right." And the bandit, convinced of his logic, strutted to the fireplace, and threw his cigarette away.
"But I—must pay him back," Gilbert wanted to make it clear.
"I 'ave planty money. You mus' not worry, my frand. I give you ten sousand dollar which you can send back should you be so foolish."