"When?" asked the man, bluntly.
"Get the money, and buy a ticket also."
"Why, Peter, it will take a little more time than you have given to complete the transaction."
"You may have till 10:30 to fix it up."
"I will return at that time with the amount," said the man, reflectively.
The man was rising to pass out, when the tall figure of Jim Dalls entered. The latter halted, and stood a moment gazing at Peter and the man, with a contemptuous smile breaking up his smooth features.
"Well, Jacob Cobb, you here?" he asked, with some asperity in his voice.
"Who else do you see, Jim Dalls, I would like to know, besides we three?" asked Jacob, for that is whom the man proved to be, and who was known to Peter only as 206070-m; and to his henchmen as the same.
"You fellows are not turning a trick on me?" asked Jim Dalls, with suspicion.
"We will be only too glad to get rid of you," answered Peter.