“Yes.”
“It’s a queer one, any way,” said Captain Jack, taking the note, and balancing it between his fingers in a musing manner. “He’s got plenty of cash, I suppose?”
“Yes, lots of money—that’s why he’s called Gingles, for he’s always got his pockets well filled, and is fond of gingling it about.”
“I see, I see; but what time have I to present it?”
“Don’t go there before twelve o’clock to-night, for he always likes to have his wine undisturbed. You must catch him when he is coming out.”
“Very good.”
“And when shall I see or hear from you, Captain Jack?”
“Directly I get the money—to-night, perhaps, or to-morrow morning early.”
“That’s satisfactory. Give my respects to Gingles, Captain Jack.”
“I shan’t fail. Keep up your courage; you will only be transported if we get the coin.”