“How did you find your man?” asked the bishop.
“Oh, I didn’t find him myself,” said Mr. Inkerman. “Inspector Dolan found him. Dolan says he will bring him up here at five o’clock, if that will suit you.”
“Very well,” said the bishop; “that will suit me exactly.”
At the appointed time there were four or five of the more prominent ecclesiastics present in the bishop’s library–among the others, Dr. Dayton and Dr. Ives. A little after five Mr. Inkerman came quietly into the room accompanied by Gilderman.
“The inspector hasn’t come yet?” he asked.
“No,” said the bishop; “not yet.”
“They’ve just called me up from the station-house, telling me that he was on the way,” said the lawyer.
“How much do you suppose this man will want for his services?” asked the bishop, after a moment or two of pause.
“Oh, I don’t know,” said the lawyer. “Thank you”–and he took a cigar from the box the man-servant offered him–“I would not give him very much, though. He’s only a poor devil, and a little money will go a great way with him. Offer him ten dollars.”
“Ten dollars!” exclaimed Dr. Ives. “Rogues must be cheap in these times, sir!” and there was a ripple of amusement.