Felix Craft nodded. "Sure is. One on you all right, Jack."
"Aw, hell, you fellers can't make a monkey out of me."
"Bill Wingo seems to have done that pretty thoroughly," said Sam Larder with a fat man's giggle.
"I'm not through with him yet," snarled Jack Murray.
"Where's your sense of humor?" grinned Felix. "If you'll take my advice you'll walk round Bill Wingo like he was a swamp. Ain't you had enough?"
"I want my money back!" squalled the indignant Jack.
Sam Larder kissed the tips of his plump fingers. "The money's gone. Can't do anything about it now. Can we, Crafty?"
"Don't see how."
Jack sat up stiffly, his face red with rage. "You fellers mean to tell me you're gonna let me be robbed of sixteen hundred dollars?"
Felix Craft spread eloquent hands. "What can we do?"