“You’ll be clever, then,” sneered Pradelle.
“Will you give it me?”
“No. How can I?”
“Don’t make me wild, Pradelle, for I’m desperate enough without that. Give me those notes, or, by all that’s holy, I’ll go straight to the police and charge you with the theft.”
“Do,” said Pradelle, “if you dare.”
The man’s coolness staggered Harry for the moment.
“If I’d got the money do you think I should be fool enough to make all this fuss? What do you mean? What game are you playing? Come, honour among—I mean, be square with me. You’ve got the notes.”
“Ah!” ejaculated Harry, with a look of disgust. “I tell you I have not.”
“Harry! Harry!”
It was his sister’s voice, and he heard her knocking sharply at his door.