"What are you going to do with the $35,000?" I queried, as we went over the booty later and found it all there.
"Don't know—haven't made up my mind," said Holmes, laconically. "I'm too tired to think about that now. It's me for bed." And with that he turned in.
Two days later, about nine o'clock in the evening, Mr. Grouch again called, and Holmes received him courteously.
"Well, Mr. Holmes," Grouch observed, unctuously, rubbing his hands together, "it was a nice job, neatly done. It saved the day for me. Wilbraham was satisfied, and has given me a whole year to make good the loss. My reputation is saved, and—"
"Excuse me, Mr. Blank—or Grouch—er—to what do you refer?" asked Holmes.
"Why, our little transaction of Monday night—or was it Tuesday morning?" said Grouch.
"Oh—that!" said Holmes. "Well, I'm glad to hear you managed to pull it off satisfactorily. I was a little worried about it. I was afraid you were done for."
"Done for?" said Grouch. "No, indeed. The little plan when off without a hitch."
"Good," said Holmes. "I congratulate you. Whom did you get to do the job?"
"Who—what—what—why, what do you mean, Mr. Holmes?" gasped Grouch.