"Oh," I said. I did some quick thinking. "Oh!" I said in a different tone. "I remember you. How'd you know my number. Did you find my wallet? That must be it. I lost it. Thanks a lot for calling me about it. I'll meet you tomorrow and get it back."
"It was in my pocket," he said coldly. "And my own was missing. I want it back."
"Yours was missing?" I said. "Hey, wait a minute. If you think I got it you're crazy. Somebody played a trick on us. There must have been a pickpocket at Sarah Fish's tonight."
"There was," he said coldly. "You. I took the trouble of calling the police and found out. I want my wallet and I want it tonight."
"I don't have it. No kidding." I said worriedly. "I'm handing you the straight goods. By the way, what happened after I left? I heard the police sirens."
"Someone had called them and said there was a murder. They were pretty sore about it."
"And there wasn't? Ha Ha?" I said.
"Quit stalling, Smith," Wile said. "I want my wallet back. And everything in it."
"Haven't got it," I said.
A long sigh came over the phone.