"Well, Ralph?" said the latter, with an eager look of interrogation.
"I have got it," chuckled Ralph.
"I don't like such doings," said his wife, wearily. "Heaven will never prosper dishonesty."
"Shut up, Sarah," commanded Ralph, harshly. "I can't stand a sniveling woman. What I have done is my business, not yours."
"I wish they had never come. I ought to have sent them away."
"You did just right. You invited them in, and delivered them into my hands."
"Open the wallet!" said the dark man, impatiently.
Ralph seated himself in the chair which he had vacated before he went upstairs, and, with a smile, opened the wallet.
But the smile quickly faded from his face, and it grew dark with anger, as the contents were disclosed.