“I—I can’t think,” said Jack. “I’ve got a cheque for twenty pounds here, sewn inside my shirt.”
“Yes; but you drew thirty-six in three cheques. Where’s the rest?”
“Thomas has ten,” said Jack, “and the six—well, the six is gone. I was playing cards last night.”
Peter stepped out into the bar.
“Look here, Thomas,” he said quietly, “you’ve got a ten-pound cheque from Barnes.”
“I know I have.”
“Well, how much of it does he owe you?”
“The whole, and more.”
“Do you mean to tell me that? He has only been here since yesterday morning.”
“Yes; but he’s been shoutin’ all round. Look at all these chaps here.”