passive, nothing will come of all this. If you show your teeth, they will stop at nothing. Take my word for it, Trotter, before many hours have passed you will be interviewed by a detective,—a genuine detective, by the way, for some of them can be hired to do anything, my boy,—and you will be given your choice of going to prison or to some far distant city. You—"
"But how in thunder is he going to prove that I took any marked bills from him? You've got to prove those things, you know. The courts would not—"
"Just a moment! Did he pay you by check or with bank notes this morning?"
"He gave me a check for thirty dollars, and three ten-dollar bills and a five."
"Have you them on your person at present?"
"Not all of them. I have—wait a second! We'll see." He fumbled in his pocket for the bill-folder.
"What did you do with the rest?"
"Paid my landlady for—good Lord! I see what you mean! He paid me with marked bills! The—the damned scoundrel!"
"He not only did that, my boy, but he put a man on your trail to recover them as fast as you disposed of them," said M. Mirabeau calmly.
