The Thubway Tham MEGAPACK ®. Johnston McCulley

up the river for you!”

      “Jutht a minute!” Tham said. “You thay that thith man declareth I took hith wallet, and that he hath watched me?”

      “That’s it!”

      “And if I did, I mutht have the coin on me right now—and they are marked billth?”

      “You’ve got it!”

      “The man lieth!” Thubway Tham declared. “You go right ahead and thearch me! How are thothe, billth marked?”

      “Little red cross in each corner, Tham.”

      “Huh! That man ith crathy! Go ahead and thearch me!”

      At this the headquarters man appeared to be a bit uncertain. But the other nodded, and so the search began. It brought forth no marked bills, of course. Tham had some money with him, but none of it was marked.

      “Tho!” he said. “You want to be careful how you go around accuthin’ honetht men. For ten centth I’d punch you on the nothe! My goodnethth!”

      He turned his back angrily and walked on down the street, and the two men he left behind looked at each other and growled curses low down in their throats. Thubway Tham had escaped them. They did not exactly know how, but they realized that he had done it.

      Far down the street, Tham began to chuckle. “Lucky day!” he said. “I’ll thay it ith!”

      And a puzzled, hard-working clerk, much in debt, was examining two hundred and fifty dollars in bills at that moment and wondering whether Heaven had sent manna at a time when manna was needed badly.