“By no means,” said Tom. “You probably got up in your sleep. Give me the money, and I’ll say nothing about it.”
“I do sometimes get up in my sleep,” said Livingston, who felt that he must surrender at discretion. “If I find the bill, I shall know I did.”
He felt in his vest pocket and produced the bill.
“By gracious, that’s strange!” said he, “I wouldn’t have believed it. Why didn’t you wake me up when you saw me?”
“I thought I wouldn’t disturb you.”
“It’s a good joke, my robbing you in my sleep,” said Livingston, with a forced laugh.
“Capital!” said Tom. “But I think I’ll have to take another room; it makes me nervous to occupy the same room with a sleep-walker.”
“Just as you like, Temple. What a joke it was! Ha! ha!”
“It might have been something else than a joke,” thought Tom, as he went down stairs. “You’d better take the first train for Buffalo, old chap!”