“I know it,” declared Ganope, pocketing the money.
Mr. William Wright was a distant connection of Mrs. French’s and French knew that he would help him in the matter. He nodded to Ganope and walked across to Ivy Street.
“Hullo, Joe! Some time since we’ve seen you here,” was Mr. Wright’s greeting. “Come in behind and let’s hear the news.”
“I want you to do me a good turn, William,” French answered. “There’s a boy I want to get hold of and I’ve fixed it that he’ll come here asking for Mr. Hurley. Will you put him on to me when he turns up? That’s all.”
“Surely, Joe,” and Mr. Wright turned the conversation to more intimate matters.
“Just let me use your phone,” French asked, presently. “Something I forgot.”
“Surely, Joe.”
Going into the little office at the back of the shop, French rang up Ganope.
“Message for Hurley,” he explained in falsetto tones. “Mr. James Hurley.”
“Right,” came from the other end.