“Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars,” interposed Noyes, in a quiet tone.
“It sounds like a pipe dream,” declared Tholbin. “But if you mean it, I’m your man. That’s real money you’re offering. If you are in your right mind—”
“I am quite sane,” said Noyes, as Tholbin paused apologetically. “Quite sane, but perhaps a trifle eccentric. I have certain hobbies, Tholbin, and I am growing old. My own wealth is considerable. I have odd theories.
“One is, that a man who will willingly obey a person in whom he trusts is deserving of great reward. The other is that certain individuals who are on the borderline of crime can be restrained when given a fair chance; and that when so restrained, they make the best of citizens.”
The lawyer finished this harangue with a pleasant smile. David Tholbin pondered. Suddenly, a gleam of understanding flashed across his darkish face. He became very serious in manner.
“I shall do whatever you order, Mr. Noyes,” he declared. “I shall obey your instructions to the letter. Give me the necessary details, and all will be as you wish.”
“The details?” Noyes paused and stared thoughtfully. He saw the book on the shelf move once only. “Ah, yes, the details. They will come later, Tholbin. Later, after I have talked to Tobias Waddell. You will hear from me before the Galathia sails.”
“Two days after to-morrow,” reminded Tholbin.
“Very good.”
Parker Noyes arose and extended his hand. Tholbin shook it warmly, and the lawyer ushered him to the door of the office.