Mike smiled grimly. He knew the “fence” actually adored money with the passion of a shylock.
“I want the green diamond.”
“The green diamond—why, man, what are you talking about?”
Monte’s face blanched.
“You know full well what I am talking about.”
“If you don’t leave this house I shall call in the police.”
“No, you won’t.”
Murphy sprang out of bed. Quick grasped the “fence” by the throat and forced the upper portion of his body back upon the bed.
“Do you mean to murder me?”
“Yes, if you do not give up the diamond you stole from Cook.”