“That’s what I’m waiting for,” said Bar.
“Ah, yes, I remember,” said the doctor, as he drew the strap and began to turn over the contents of the wallet; “a receipt and something else.”
Bar was silent, but Dr. Manning had now recovered his hitherto somewhat disturbed equilibrium, and he was now examining his recovered treasure as carefully as if he were noting the symptoms of a difficult “case,” and that is saying a good deal.
“All there,” he said, at last. “Every paper. Every cent. Not a thing missing.”
“Please make me out a receipt in full, then,” said Barnaby.
“Receipt!” exclaimed the doctor, as he took up a pen and a scrap of paper. “Certainly. One of those thousand dollar bills is yours, too. There it is. But I wish you would tell me now where you found it.”
“No, thank you,” said Bar. “I don’t wish any reward. Find it? Oh, no, Doctor, I stole it for you.”
“Stole it?”
Just then there came a violent ring at the door-bell, and Dr. Manning exclaimed:
“That’s the judge, now. I’m ever so glad he’s come.”