"I will," returned the young traveling salesman, and hurried out on the street again.
Dick stepped into the elevator and in a few seconds was deposited on the fourth floor of the apartment house. He walked to the front and to the right, and stopped in front of one of the doors. From the room beyond came a murmur of voices. He listened intently. The voices were those of Pelter, Japson and Fogg.
CHAPTER XXVIII
THE CAPTURE
With bated breath Dick knelt at the door and applied his ear to the keyhole. At first he could hear only indistinctly, but gradually he caught the drift of the conversation between the rascally brokers and the former railroad lawyer.
"Then you want me to date those papers a week back?" he heard Belright Fogg ask.
"That's it," answered Pelter.
"And remember, we signed them just before we went to the West," added Japson.
"And remember also that you saw us take a train at the Grand Central Depot," went on Pelter.
"Oh, I'll remember that," returned the lawyer, with a sly chuckle. "And I'll remember also that I got two telegrams from you—one from Chicago and one from Detroit." And he laughed again.