“I do not know, I am sure, to whom you belong,” said Rowell with his slow drawl. “I suspect, however, that the city police, who seem to be scarce at this hour, have the first claim upon you. What do I want of you? I want to ask you a question. Where did you get the money you played with to-night?”
“It’s none of your business.”
“I presume not. But as there are no witnesses to this interesting conversation I will venture an opinion that you robbed the bank.”
The young man took a step forward, but Pony stood his ground, using the interval to light another cigarette.
“I will also venture an opinion, Mr. Rowell, and say that the money came as honestly into my pocket as it did into yours.”
“That wouldn’t be saying much for it. I have the advantage of you, however, because the nine points are in my favor. I have possession.”
“What are you following me for? To give me up?”
“You admit the robbery, then.”
“I admit nothing.”
“It won’t be used against you. As I told you, there are no witnesses. It will pay you to be frank. Where did you get the money?”