“How is Boston?”
“No good; Chicago is better.”
“Have you any money?”
“A few thousand.”
“I’m your man. When will you start?” asked Bull.
“I’ll meet you at the Pennsylvania Depot, in Jersey City, at eight to-night.”
“It is a bargain. Now I will be going.”
After the departure of his visitor, Quick paced the room nervously. His conscience did not trouble him. His mind was perturbed simply because his crime had been discovered. And what had he gained by killing the old “fence”?
Nothing. The man who had just left gained that of which Quick had gone in search. Could Mike have known that Blair had the green diamond, he would not have allowed him to depart so readily.
Bull had not the remotest idea of keeping his appointment with the dive-keeper. But he did intend to leave New York on his own hook.