A few seconds later Dan’s expression changed to one of great amazement.
“Why, where is my money?” he gasped.
“Don’t look for it,” returned Dave. “I don’t believe you’ll find it. For myself, my pockets have been completely cleaned out. I haven’t even the necklace that I bought for Belle.”
“Look here!” uttered Danny Grin, his lower jaw dropping low, indeed. “Have we been robbed? Have our pockets been gone through just as if we were a pair of rubes?”
“Our pockets have been picked all right,” Darrin assented, with a smile.
“Then it was done while we were in that Chinese sidewalk mob!” said Dan, quivering with rage. “Just wait until I overhaul ’em, and—”
Dan sprang outside. His good intentions, however, came to naught, for the crowd of Chinese had disappeared.
“It’s a good joke on us,” grinned Dave, though not very mirthfully.
“Oh, is it?” flashed back Danny Grin. “Then enjoy yourself! Laugh as heartily as you can. But I’ve been touched for two hundred and forty dollars. How much did you lose?”
“A hundred and sixty dollars, and the necklace,” confessed Darrin.