“Where is it then?”
“I hid it.”
“Where did you hide it?”
“I dug a hole and put it in.”
“What made you do that?”
“Because I was afraid you would get hold of it.”
“You were right enough there,” said John Trafton grimly, “for I will get hold of it. Get right up and find it and bring it to me.”
Here Mrs. Trafton again interposed.
“How can you ask such a thing, John?” she said. “The night is as dark as a pocket. How do you expect Robert is going to find the money in the dark?”
Though John Trafton was a good deal under the influence of liquor, he was not wholly deaf to reason and he saw the force of his wife’s remark.