“Money?” said the officer, more than half inclined to believe that the boy was crazy. “What are you going to do with it?”
“I want to get it into the bank where it will be safe,” said Nat. “You don’t believe it, do you? Well, step here and I will show you.”
Nat drew off on one side and the policeman, placing his club behind him, strolled slowly after him. He saw Nat unlock the valise with a smile, but when the contents of it were shown to him the smile gave away to a look of profound astonishment.
“Where did you get all this?” he asked.
“In the ground. Have you got a hotel or any place you stop at when you are asleep?”
“Hotel? No. We have a police court, if that is what you mean.”
“Well, have you got any lawyers there?”
“Oh, yes; there are plenty of them there.”
“I want to find a good, honest lawyer who will take charge of this money and tell me what to do with it. You see I am a stranger here.”
“Yes; I saw that.”