Chivey jumped at the idea immediately.
"Yes, sir, that's the sort; there's no letters then to tell tales against us."
"None."
"Get one from him, though, if you can," said Chivey, eagerly; "something compromising him yet deeper, like."
"I will do it," said Señor Velasquez. "And what will you pay for it? Give it a price."
"Thirty pounds," returned Chivey, in a feverish state of anxiety.
"I'll do it," returned the notary, with great coolness.
CHAPTER LXII.
HOW SEÑOR VELASQUEZ PLAYED A DEEP GAME WITH CHIVEY—DOUBLE DEALING—HERBERT MURRAY'S CHANCE—"HARKAWAY MUST BE PUT AWAY"—A GUILTY COMPACT—CHIVEY IN DURANCE VILE—THE SICK ROOM AND THE OPIATE—AN OVERDOSE—THE NOTARY'S GUARDIAN—THE SPANISH GAROTTE—"TALKING IN YOUR SLEEP IS A VERY BAD GAME."
Señor Velasquez was any thing but a fool.