"Well," said Walter, sitting up in the bed, "I'm ready."
"Where've you put that money you had last night?"
"Why do you want to know?" demanded Walter, eying his host fixedly.
"No matter why I want to know," said Jack, impatiently. "Tell me, if you know what's best for yourself."
Walter put his hand in his pocket.
"It was in my pocket-book," he said; "but it's gone."
"Here is your pocket-book," said Jack, producing it.
"Did you take it out of my pocket? What made you take it?"
"None of your impudence, boy!"