"Tell Jones. When the next meeting comes around I'll advise you. I've stumbled upon a dissatisfied member. So, buck up, as they say. We've got two ends of the net down, and with a little care we'll have them all. Now let me have a hundred."
Norton drew out a packet of bills and counted off five twenties.
"Why don't you draw the cash yourself?"
"It happens to be in your name, son."
"I forgot," said Norton. "But what a chance for me! Nearly five thousand, all mine for a ticket to Algiers!"
A grunt was the only reply.
"I want you to tell me about the Perigoff woman."
"I know only one thing—that Braine is there every night."
"No!"
"The orders are for you to play the game just as you are playing it. When we strike, it must be the last blow. All this hide-and-seek business may look foolish to you. It's like that Japanese game called 'jo.' It looks simple, but chess is a tyro's game beside it. Can you find your way back all right?"