“What on earth do you mean?”
“The chances are I am wrong, no doubt, but it is possible. Crawley is a very careless fellow, you know, about money matters.”
“But how could he have made a mistake, when he counted out the money such a short time before?” asked one of the group. “I was present at the meeting, and you should have seen his surprise when he took up the purse.”
“Oh, I dare say it is all as you think,” said Saurin. “I only know that if I had charge of money I should always be in a muddle. I never know anything about my own, and it is little enough to calculate; if I had to keep it separate from that of other people I should always be bothered between the two. But no doubt Crawley is better at business than I am.”
“I say; he is awfully poor, Crawley is, and tries to make a show as if he were rich,” said Gould. “I know he has been dunned by old Tiffin lately, and it is quite possible he may have paid him out of the club money and got confused, eh? Of course, what I say is strictly between ourselves.”
Chapter Sixteen.
An Accident.
“It is no business of mine,” said Saurin, turning on his heel. “But if any fellow likes to get up a subscription to make good Crawley’s loss, real or imaginary, I’ll subscribe.” And he sauntered off, whistling carelessly.