“You know it’s nothing of the kind.”
“What are you going to do with it, then?”
“That’s for the club to decide. If you’d come to the meeting you could have proposed something.”
“It’s funny how sore you are about that precious hole-and-corner meeting of yours. How much is there on hand?”
“You’ll know presently.”
“I dare say—as soon as you’ve hit on a dodge for getting over that little deficiency of four or five pounds—eh?”
Fisher major looked up in astonishment. How had the fellow heard about that?
Dangle laughed.
“You thought it was a snug little secret of your own, didn’t you? You’re mistaken. And you’re mistaken if you think we aren’t going to get at the bottom of it.”
Fisher major rose to his feet.