“Suppose I have had Stolburst killed?” he said.
“Then you are just so sure to die on the scaffold as the sun is to rise to-morrow morning!”
Ajeeb bit his lip.
“I wish this fellow would call on me,” he said.
“Do you mean Burt Cromwell?”
“Yes; who else?”
“Shall I tell him to call?”
“No; I don’t care to exact that much from you,” replied Ajeeb.
“It will be no trouble, I assure you,” declared Cook.
“I hardly think you will see the detective very soon.”