“Bootlegging, indeed!” exclaimed Durant, mirth struggling against wonder and admiration. “The clever scoundrel! I bet a dollar he was never fooled a minute about Lord Northcote—I bet he was on to the whole game, and was playing us all for suckers. And this is why he wouldn’t claim the money, and why he’s probably outside France by this time, passing off his hundred-dollar bills on Belgians or Danes.”
For this final paragraph was curtly pointed:
In the pockets of the dead assassin were found quantities of American bank-notes, amounting to a very large sum. The fact that they were in Korin’s possession drew suspicion, and upon examination they have been pronounced forgeries. Undoubtedly Korin had intended passing them off upon our good merchants of Paris.
Durant thought of what Boris Makoff must be saying—and laughed again.
Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in the November 1926 issue of The Blue Book magazine.