"One hundred and fifty thousand dollars. I gave him the money myself."
"Did he take it in gold or notes?" asked McKelvie.
"In bills of large denominations, so that it did not make such a very large package to carry. He put it into a small bag and took it away himself."
McKelvie took a turn around the room and then asked abruptly, "Does a Mr. Herbert Cunningham, who lives on 84th Street, bank here?"
"Yes. He's a red-whiskered chap, is he not?"
McKelvie nodded. "Can you give me the amount of his balance?"
"I'll get it for you in just a moment." Raines left the room and McKelvie continued to pace the floor.
"What do you suppose Philip did with all that money?" asked Mr. Trenton.
"That's what I'm going to find out," returned McKelvie. "I have an idea I know where it is."
"According to Cunningham, Darwin lost it on Wall Street," I said.