“Then you’ll come?”
“Yes,—I’ll drop all else, and go straight off. We won’t travel together, though. You go ahead, right now, and I’ll follow soon. And, by the way,—you’re carrying that money with you?”
“Yes.”
“Let me take it. It’s far safer so.”
Rod Granniss opened his eyes wide. Was this strange man asking him to transfer his trusted errand to him?
Wise laughed. “I can’t say I blame you for not wanting to hand it over. But, this I do tell you,—it will be safe with me,—and it may not be with you.”
“Why, nobody knows I have it!”
“Even so. I strongly advise your letting me take it,—but you must do as you choose.”
“You’ll get it safely up to Mrs Varian?” Granniss said, reluctantly producing the rather bulky parcel.
“Yes, I will,—and if I don’t,—I’ll make the loss good.”