It was his secret little stashing place. You stand on this floorboard here, and press up on the mantelpiece there, it opened up a slit in the wall, just large enough to put the occasional large bill.
He didn't keep a running total, instead just having a rough idea of how much was there. But he needed a car, and the car needed a new axle.
So he reached in, and pulled out a single slip of paper, no cash.
It was a bill for foundation repairs to the apartment block, signed off on by the cranky old man upstairs.
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