"They're in Chicago," said Hatch, taking up the cheque and scanning it.
"Both of them?" asked Von Barwig in a hoarse whisper.
"Both of them," repeated Hatch, conveniently remembering the detail without reading the report. "George, bring me Mr. Bailey's telegram in the Barwig case," and when George, a smart young office boy, brought the required documents, he was quietly instructed by his employer to cash Von Barwig's cheque immediately.
"When will you go?" asked Mr. Hatch.
"As soon as possible."
"To-night?"
"Yes."
"Here's the address," and Mr. Hatch handed him a card. "You'll meet my partner there, 1120 State Avenue; he'll take you to the parties. Shall I get your railroad tickets?"
"No. I—I get them."
"It's twenty-six hours to Chicago; you'll need a Pullman ticket."