“I can better answer that question when I have seen the green diamond,” replied Murphy; “but I will not pay any such sum as one hundred thousand dollars.”
“You may change your mind about that; my pal and I will call here not later than to-morrow night.”
Then Enoch took his leave. If the old fence paid half what he demanded for the wondrous jewel, Cook would be highly satisfied.
He headed directly for Mike Quick’s. When Enoch was within a few blocks of his destination, a man sprang at him and clutched his throat.
“Where is your friend?”
Cook found himself looking into the eyes of Pierre Jacquet, whose wife Dick Kidd had stolen and then murdered.
CHAPTER IX.
A TERRIBLE SURPRISE.
“Curse you!” exclaimed Enoch; “do you mean to strangle me?”
“Where is he?” asked the outraged husband.
Now Cook succeeded in shaking himself free of the other’s grasp.