“No, certainly not.”
“Certainly not! Then where–where are they?”
“I have them in my pocket.”
Lefty said it quietly, not at all disturbed by the wrath of the outraged schemer. It gave him much satisfaction to see Bailey Weegman shake and squirm.
“In your pocket!” spluttered the rascal. “You had them returned to a different address? Confound your crust! How’d you ever have the nerve to do a thing like that? Let’s see them. Hand them over!”
Locke made no move to obey. “I think I’ll keep them a while,” he answered coolly. “I’ll deliver them personally to be locked in the club safe.”
For a moment it seemed that Weegman would lose all control of himself and attack the southpaw.
“You fool!” he raged. “Do you think you’re going to get by with this stuff?”
“I’ve made a pretty fair start at it.”
“So you never meant to stand by the private agreement between us when you signed as manager? That’s it, eh?”