"Aw," drawled Twomley, screwing his monocle in his eye, and regarding the Dutch boy, "he's the claimant for that thousand pounds reward, I dare say."
Tremors of excitement ran galloping through Carl.
"Haf you prought der money?" he fluttered. "Vas you looking for me to pay ofer dot rewart?"
"I am sorry to say that I haven't brought the money. That matter is still in abeyance."
"Vat iss dot?" asked the puzzled Carl. "I don'd verstch dot vort apeyance."
"He means the matter is still pending, Carl," put in Matt. "In other words, you haven't got the money yet."
"I know dot, aber vill I ged it? Dot's vat gifs me some vorries."
"The rajah's a regular topper," said Twomley. "He'd never miss a thousand pounds, and I fancy he'll do the right thing."
"Mooch opliged," breathed Carl, in deep satisfaction. "It vas a habbiness to know dot I ged him some dime."
"Now, if you wish," went on Twomley, stretching out his hand for the letter.