“Oh, feathers! Look again. How much was it?”
“I have looked again. There was six dollars and a quarter in it.”
Arn whistled expressively and viewed the still open drawer. “Let me have a look,” he said. But he was no more successful than Toby had been. “You probably put it somewhere else,” he suggested brightly. “Have you looked in the other drawers?”
“I’ve looked everywhere,” answered Toby sadly. “It—it just isn’t anywhere!”
“You don’t suppose—you don’t suppose any one’s taken it, do you?” asked Arnold, frowning.
“No one knew it was there. Besides, no one ever comes in here except Nellie.”
“Well, Nellie wouldn’t take it. She’s been goody here for years. So, if no one took it, it must be around somewhere. Come on and let’s make a thorough search, Toby.”
Ten minutes later they acknowledged defeat.
“I’m awfully sorry, Toby,” said Arnold. “But maybe it will turn up yet. Things do, you know, when you’re not looking for them. I guess, anyway, it’s too late to go to Greenburg now, for I promised Frank I’d play pool with him in the club at twelve. I’d lend you the money, but I’m just about broke. I say, though, they’ll charge stuff to you, Toby. They aren’t supposed to, but they do it right along. Lots of fellows have accounts in Greenburg. If faculty doesn’t get on to it you’re all right—as long as you don’t let things run too long. Maybe we can get over Monday after dinner.”