"Well, sir," he said, "as to the cab, of course if you're a mind to want to do that, it's your own affair."
He turned to his companion.
"Just cancel that, Tim," he directed. "Call a four-wheeler."
"Thank you, Lightnut," put in the old man gratefully. "You have got a grain of decency left, by George, after all!"
Meantime, Jenkins was answering my inquiry.
"I don't believe, sir, you have a bit of cash in the house. You told me so when you were retiring."
By Jove, I remembered now! The poker game in the evening!
I was wondering whether they could use a check, when I spied Billings' wallet on the table.
The very thing, by Jove!
Examination showed, first thing, a wad of yellow-backs, fresh from the bank. I peeled off two and pushed them into the officer's hand.