Allonby said nothing further and went out with the letter; a day or two later he handed it to the Sheriff.
“I guess you know what’s inside it?” said the latter.
“Yes,” said the lad. “I want to see you count them now.”
The Sheriff glanced at him sharply, took out a roll of bills and flicked them over.
“Yes,” he said, “that’s quite right; but one piece of what I have to do is going to be difficult.”
“Which?” said Allonby.
“Well,” said the Sheriff, “I guess you know. I mean the getting hold of Larry.”