"Ten in gold, thirty in notes, and say thirty for my watch. My loss is comparatively light."
"You know the numbers of your notes, I suppose?" he inquired, as he lit a cigarette in turn.
"Yes," I replied, "I'm not quite so casual as Winter."
"There's some clue for the police to work upon, then."
"It might prove to be so, only Winter thinks we show up so badly in the whole affair that he won't hear of my giving information."
"The fact is," said Winter, "Maitland slept soundly through the whole affair, and it wouldn't be sporting to give him away."
"I see——" began Mannering.
Winter deftly changed the subject. "What puzzles me," he said, "is the kind of motor the fellow employed to propel his car. I know of nothing at present on the market anything like so effective. I've seen 'em all."
"Your loss doesn't seem to trouble you much, anyhow," commented Mannering.
"I would willingly give a hundred times as much for a duplicate of that motor. I should be pretty sure to get my money back once I put it on the market."