“It wasn't hard to empty his wallet, because he had only a few small bills.”
“Yes; I fixed that. How much did you win from him when he was drunk?”
“He got drunk afterwards,” Wilkinson objected. “Then I didn't win it all; there were three or four others.”
Sadie smiled rather grimly. “How much?”
She got a jar when Wilkinson told her, but she fixed him with steady eyes.
“You knew what he had in his wallet, but let him go on? You thought Keller's would stand for the debt?”
“Yes,” said Wilkinson, with some alarm; “we certainly thought so.”
“Very well. Keller's makes good. Take the pen and right out a bill like this—R. Charnock, debtor in losses on a card game.”
“You know it's never done.”
“It's going to be done now, or you won't get your cheque. I know what I'm up against in you and your gang.”