"No, thankye. Sit too much for my health now. Come: out with it. What do you want? There is something." "Yes, there is something," said Van Heldre quietly. "Look here, my dear Luke Vine." "Thought as much," sneered the old man. "You want to borrow money, _my dear_ Van Heldre." "No; I want to pay money, Luke Vine. It seems that you have returned that five hundred pounds to Crampton." "What five hundred pounds?" "The money you--there, we will not dwell upon that old trouble, my dear Luke. Come: you know what I mean." "Oh, I see," said the old man with much surprise. "That five hundred pounds. Well, what about it?" "How could you be so foolish as to return my cheque?" "Because you didn't owe me the money." "Nonsense, my dear fellow! We are old friends, but that was entirely a business transaction." "Yes, of course it was." "Five hundred pounds were stolen." "Yes, and I was all right." "Exactly. Why should you suppose it was your money?" "Suppose? Because it was mine--my new Bank of England notes." "How do you know that?" "Never mind how I know it, and never mind talking about the money I didn't lose." "But you did, Luke Vine, and heavily. Of course I am going to refund you the money." "You can't, man." "Can't?" "No; because I've got it safely put away in my pocket-book." Van Heldre made an impatient gesticulation. "I tell you I have. The same notes, same numbers, just as you laid them all together." "Nonsense, man! Come, Luke Vine, my dear old friend, let me settle this matter with you in a business-like way; I shall not be happy till I do." "Then you'll have to wait a long time for happiness, John," said Uncle Luke, smiling, "for you are not going to pay me." "But, my dear Luke." "But, my dear John! you men who turn over your thousands are as careless as boys over small amounts, as you call them." "Oh, come, Mr Luke Vine, sir," said Crampton sturdily; "there's no carelessness in this office." "Bah! Clerk!" cried Uncle Luke. "Careful, very. Then how was it the money was stolen?" "Well, sir, nobody can guard against violence," said Crampton sourly. "Yes, they can, you pompous old antiquity. I could. I'm not a business man. I don't have ledgers and iron safes and a big office, but I took care of the money better than you did." "My dear Luke Vine, what do you mean?" cried Van Heldre, after giving Crampton a look which seemed to say, "Don't take any notice." "Mean? Why, what I said. You people were so careless that I didn't trust you. I had no confidence." "Well, sir, you had confidence enough to place five hundred pounds in our house," said Crampton gruffly. "Yes, and you lost it." "Yes, sir, and our house offered you a cheque for the amount, and you sent it back." "Of course I did. I didn't want my money twice over, did I?" "Is this meant for a riddle, Luke?" said Van Heldre, annoyed, and yet amused.