Tim replaced the telephone. "What's the gag?" he demanded.
"I," said Foster hollowly, "am a ghost returned to plague mine unfaithful wife."
"The hereafter is going to have a moaning ghost with a shanty on its eye," said Woodart ominously. "Unfaithful wife my foot. If ever she—"
"Now that's been the big bone of contention," smiled Foster. "Foster gave her no grounds, and she was too good to give me any. And Foster gave her none because it is still impossible to have a wife testify against her husband."
"Very sly of you."
"Of Foster."
"You're Foster!"
"Me? No. Foster's dead."
Jenny gave a weak cry of despair. "What do you want?" she asked.
"How much have you got?" asked Foster pointedly.