"I think you told me you were getting two thousand dollars for your share in the New Canaan robbery," she murmured.
"That's right--a coupla grand," he acknowledged. "Not much, but when I made the deal, I wasn't as strong with Doc as I am now."
"If you let us go, my father will pay you ten thousand!"
"Nothing doing!"
"And I promise you he'll use his influence in your behalf, as well. It seems to me a mighty easy way to make a lot of money--"
Mike shrugged his shoulders.
"Maybe it is," he admitted. "But then you see, I've never double-crossed a pal yet, and I'm not going to start at this late day. Cut the chatter now--there's nothing doing."
"You won't regret it, Mike."
The door behind them opened slowly, revealing Doctor Martinelli's slight figure.
"My judgment of human nature is rarely at fault," the little man went on rather pompously. "I believed I could trust you--now I know it. There's a full share coming to you on this deal, Mike. Cut along now, but hurry back. As soon as you've locked them up, I'll need your help with Perkins."