“A thousand dollars.”
“Double that!” Rivers’s eyes gleamed. A thousand dollars would take him out of Maclin’s reach, but all that he could get beyond would keep him there longer.
“Rivers, I expected this, so I’ll name my final price. Fifteen hundred! Hurry up and sign that paper.”
Larry signed it unsteadily but clearly.
“Have you seen your wife, Rivers?” Northrup passed a cheque across the table.
“I’m going to see her to-morrow––I have up to Friday, you know.”
“Yes, that’s true. I must go to-morrow morning, but I’ll make sure you keep to your bargain.”
“And––you?” Rivers’s lips curled.
“I have kept my bargain.”
“And you’ll get away without talking to my wife?”