Once outside Gottlieb shook hands with Toby and told him if he were ever in trouble again to look him up without fail.

Toby promised gratefully to do so, and the lawyer was about to leave us and enter his office when it occurred to me that he still had my friend's roll of bills.
"But, Mr.Gottlieb," said I, "you are going to return Mr.Robinson's money to him, are you not ?" "What!" he exclaimed, growing frightfully angry.

"Give him back his money! I have no money of his.

It is he owes me money for keeping him out of jail." "But how about the roll of bills ?" I protested.

"You certainly do not intend to keep all of that ?" "Certainly--that is my fee," he retorted calmly; "and small enough it is too!" "How much was there in that roll, Toby ?" I asked.
"About five hundred dollars," answered my friend.