"Now I'm safe," he muttered, with a sigh of relief. "The money may be found on me, but no one can prove it is not my own."
He gained his berth without again awakening his companion.
"A pretty good night's work!" he said to himself, in quiet exultation. "Alone I have succeeded, while Vincent lies in stupid sleep. He is no match for me, much as he thinks of himself. I have stolen a march upon him this time."
It is not in accordance with our ideas of the fitness of things that a man who has committed a midnight robbery should be able to sleep tranquilly for the balance of the night, but it is at any rate certain that Graham slept soundly till his roommate awakened him in the morning.
"Rouse up, Graham," he said. "Breakfast is nearly ready."
"Is it?" asked Graham.
"Instead of sleeping there, you ought to be thinking how we can make a forced loan from our acquaintances in 61."
"To be sure," said Graham, smiling. "I am rather stupid about such things. Have you any plan to suggest?"
"You seem very indifferent all at once," said Vincent.
"Not at all. If you think of anything practical I am your man."