"Yes," nodded Mr. Bascomb brokenly.
"And you'll have the money?"
"I—-I'll try."
"You'll have the money—-by day after tomorrow!"
"Yes."
"Now clear out—-fast!"
"Eh?" inquired Mr. Bascomb, looking wildly at the wretch.
"Get out! Go back to the hotel in Blixton, and don't try to slip away from me at any point in the game. Start—-now!"
"Good night!" said President Bascomb in a choking voice.
"Oh, cut out the civilities!" grunted Evarts turning on his heel.