"I--I hope it's in a safe place," said Mr. Teak, anxiously. "Where 'ave
you put it?"

"Me?" said Mr. Chase. "Who are you getting at? I ain't put it
anywhere. You know that."

"Don't play the giddy goat," said the other, testily. "Where've you hid
it? Is it safe?"

Mr. Chase leaned back in his chair and, shaking his head at him, smiled
approvingly. "You're a little wonder, that's what you are, Gussie," he
remarked. "No wonder your pore wife is took in so easy."

Mr. Teak sprang up in a fury. "Don't play the fool," he said hoarsely.
"Where's the money? I want it. Now, where've you put it?"

"Go on," said Mr. Chase, with a chuckle. "Go on. Don't mind me. You
ought to be on the stage, Gussie, that's where you ought to be."

"I'm not joking," said Mr. Teak, in a trembling voice, "and I don't want
you to joke with me. If you think you are going off with my money,
you're mistook. If you don't tell me in two minutes where it is, I shall
give you in charge for theft."

"Oh" said Mr. Chase. He took a deep breath. "Oh, really!" he said. "I
wouldn't 'ave thought it of you, Gussie. I wouldn't 'ave thought you'd
have played it so low down. I'm surprised at you."

"You thought wrong, then," said the other.