"I know," said Bojo, shuddering instinctively. "Now let's get to business. You'll feel a lot better when you tidy up your bank account. What did you lose?"
"I say, Bojo," said DeLancy, avoiding his glance, "on your honor straight this is all right, isn't it?"
"Sure!"
"I ought to take it—there's no reason why—you're not telling me a fake story?"
"I certainly am not," said Bojo cheerily, taking up his check-book at the desk. "Come on now."
But DeLancy, unconvinced, still wavered.
"How about Roscy?" he said slowly, his eyes fixed, his mouth parted as though hanging on the answer.
"The same thing goes with Roscy, naturally," said Bojo, carelessly.
DeLancy drew a long breath and approached.