"Aw, hell, you fellers can't make a monkey out of me."
"Bill Wingo seems to have done that pretty thoroughly," said Sam Larder
with a fat man's giggle.
"I'm not through with him yet," snarled Jack Murray.
"Where's your sense of humor?" grinned Felix. "If you'll take my
advice you'll walk round Bill Wingo like he was a swamp. Ain't you had
enough?"
"I want my money back!" squalled the indignant Jack.
Sam Larder kissed the tips of his plump fingers. "The money's gone.
Can't do anything about it now. Can we, Crafty?"
"Don't see how."
Jack sat up stiffly, his face red with rage. "You fellers mean to tell
me you're gonna let me be robbed of sixteen hundred dollars?"