“I did,” admitted Andy—“two hundred dollars. It belonged to my fare, who lost it, and it’s going back to him.”
“Hand it over.”
“I can’t do that.”
“Why not?” demanded Talbot stormily.
“Because I haven’t got it.”
“Who has?”
“Mr. Dawson, the banker. I took it to him when I left the garage.”
“Oh, you did?” muttered Seth Talbot, looking baffled and furious.
“Yes, sir. I told him that it was lost money, explained the circumstances, and that if a certain Mr. Robert Webb called or telegraphed for it, to let him have it.”
“Is that the name of the man you took over to Macon?”