“No, not out, Jessop; we must not so much as whisper. I have that affair under my thumb, and there is a fortune in it for us—the stockbroker and the lawyer. Shall we make a contract of it, hand in hand?”
“Tell me one thing first—it sounds impossible. What would you do?”
“Simply this,” said Wrigley, with a smile. “I tell you because you will not go back, neither could I. There’s my hand on it.”
Jessop eagerly grasped the extended hand.
“It means being loss to thousands—fortune to two.”
“Us two?” said Jessop hoarsely.
“Exactly! It is in a nutshell, my boy. All is fair in love, in war, and money-making, eh? Here is my plan.”