"And did he know you had stolen the money?" demanded Dick, sharply.
"I'm pretty sure he did, although he didn't ask any questions. He knew about the robbery, and he knew well enough that I didn't have any three hundred dollars of my own to give him."
"What did you do with the rest of the money, Crowden? I hope you didn't spend it?" questioned Sam, anxiously.
"Spend it!" came in a bitter stutter from the criminal. "I didn't get any chance to spend it. All I had was two hundred dollars!"
"Then what became of the other thirty-five hundred?" questioned Tom.
"It's in a room at the Ashton hotel, unless somebody found it and stole it."
"At the Ashton hotel!" cried Sam.
"That's it. You see, after I met Fogg I stopped at Ashton for one night and put up at the old hotel on the Cheesley turnpike. I hid the money in an out-of-the-way corner of a clothes closet, because I didn't want to carry it on my person. Then, when I was on the street, I heard that you were on my trail, and I got scared and I was afraid to go back to the hotel to get it."
"Can you remember what room it was?" queried Tom.
"Yes, it was a back room—number twenty-two. I put the money in a hole in the wall back of an upper shelf."