He rolled the short stub in his mouth, and leaned forward.
The bills were evidently just as they had been delivered to the murdered paymaster at the bank, done up with little narrow paper bands in packages of one hundred notes each, save for a small bundle of loose bills which latter, with the rolls of silver, Stangeist swept to one side of the desk.
Package by package, Stangeist went on jotting the amounts down on the pad.
"Nix!" growled Clarie Deane suddenly.

"Cut that out! Them's fivers in that wad.

Make that five hundred instead of one--I'm onter yer!" "Mistake," said Stangeist suavely, changing the figures with his pencil.
"You're pretty wide awake for this time of night, aren't you, Clarie ?" "Oh, I dunno!" responded Clarie Deane gruffly.

"Not so very!" Stangeist, finished with the packages, picked up the loose bills, and, with a short laugh, tossed them into the bag and followed them with the rolls of silver.

He pushed the bag toward Clarie Deane.
"That's a little extra for you," he said.