"Oh," said Tracy, in a voice loud enough for Mr. Baker to hear, "it won't take a minute. The bill you gave me last night was a bad one. Of course you didn't know it."
Roswell turned red and pale, and hoped Mr. Baker did not hear. But Mr. Baker had caught the words, and came forward.
"Show me the bill, if you please, young gentleman," he said. "I have a good reason for asking."
"Certainly, sir," said Tracy, rather surprised. "Here it is."
A moment's glance satisfied Mr. Baker that it was the missing bill.
"Did Roswell pay you this bill?" he asked.
"Yes, sir."
"For what did he owe it?"
"I am the secretary of the Madison Club, and this was paid as the entrance fee."