“All right. Here’s the money.”
Louis Wheeler pulled out a well filled wallet and handed over two ten dollar bills and a five.
“Is that satisfactory?” he asked.
“Quite so. You seem better provided with money than when I saw you last.”
“True. I was then in temporary difficulty. But I made a good turn in stocks and I am on my feet again.”
Rodney did not believe a word of this, but as long as Wheeler was able to pay his board he had no good excuse for refusing him accommodation.
“That rascal here!” exclaimed Jefferson, when Rodney informed him of Wheeler’s arrival. “Well, thats beat all! What has brought him out here?”
“Business, he says.”
“It may be the same kind of business that he had with me. He will bear watching.”
“I agree with you, Mr. Pettigrew.”