“Five hundred.”
“Why don’t that go to the bank?”
“I don’t know. A deposit, I think; likely to be called for.”
“May be; but that’s our game, Harry. The other could not be managed without being missed; this, you see, is not in use.”
“Pradelle, it’s madness.”
“Say Vic, dear boy.”
“Well, Vic, I say it’s madness.”
“Nothing of the kind. It’s making use of a little coin that you can get at easily. Why, hang it, old fellow, you talk as if I were asking you to steal the money.”
“Hush! Don’t talk like that.”
“Well, you aggravate me so. Now, am I trying to serve you, or am I not?”