"It was only yesterday afternoon that I talked with Cherry. I dare say she hasn't seen him since."
"Well, I happen to know that she has. As I came home last night I saw them together. They came out of that French cafe across the street, and got into Hilliard's car. She was dressed up like a pony."
"What's that got to do with it?" demanded "Fingerless" Fraser.
"She pulled the old fellow's leg, that's all," explained Alton.
"Well, it wasn't your leg, was it?" inquired Fraser, sourly.
"No; I've no kick coming. I think she's mighty clever."
"If I thought she had done that," said Emerson, slowly, "I wouldn't touch a penny of the money."
"I don't care where the money came from or how it got here," rumbled
Balt. "It's here; that's enough."
"I care, and I intend to find out."
"Oh, come now, don't spoil a good piece of work," cautioned Clyde, visibly perturbed at Boyd's expression. "You know you aren't the only one to consider in this matter; the rest of us are entitled to a look-in. For Heaven's sake, try to control this excess of virtue, and when you get into one of those Martin Luther moods, just reflect that I have laid ten thousand aching simoleons on the altar."