“Is Aaron Solomons here, the man who came from Liverpool yesterday?”
“Yes, sir, he is in the outer office. And am I to see about what you told us before, about the buying the outfit?”
“No, Reuben, that matter is arranged. Tell Solomons to come in here.”
The man entered. He was a well-made, good looking fellow.
“Solomons, when are you thinking of going back to Liverpool?”
“To-night, Mr. Barton.”
“You have never been much in London before, have you?”
“No, sir, I only came up for a week at the time——”
“Yes, Solomons, at the time you assisted at that little affair at the goldsmith’s—there, don’t look nervous, man. I have kept your secret as long as this, and you may rely upon it, that as long as you remain faithful to my interests, I shall continue to do so. Then you are sure that the police don’t know you?”
“Quite sure.”