"Nine seventy-two—one moment, Mr. Stephens—nine eighty-one, nine ninety, one thousand. Now, sir, what is it?" and in a moment thereafter Mr. Mallery emerged. The clerk repeated his statement.
"Very well," said Theodore, "I'll be out in one moment." He still held the package of one thousand dollars which he had just counted in his hand. "There is your money, Mr. Stephens," he said, laying it down as the outer door closed on them.
"All right, is it?"
"All right."
"What have you done with the rest?"
"Locked it up."
"And the key?"
"In my pocket. Do you wish it, sir?"
"No," said Mr. Stephens, smiling. "Did you ever forget anything in your life, Theodore? I did not think you had time to turn a key before you came out."
"I turned it nevertheless," answered Theodore, significantly. "You know I don't trust that young man, sir."