“Then that’s enough. I’ll manage the rest.”
“An’ the hundred dollars?”
I gave him a fictitious address to which I told him to mail the money—as though he would have done it in any case.
Then we separated, I going out the back way, he by the front.
So far my little scheme had worked to a charm.
When I got round into Chatham Square I looked in every direction for Mr. Clancy without being able to get a sight of him. At last I slid into a certain saloon just above the Atlantic Garden. I expected to find Mr. Spalding of Jim’s River waiting for me there and I did.
I made for the wash-room, and presently he followed.
“What luck, Sam?” I whispered, as soon as I made sure that we were alone.
“Bully—he bit.”
“I should say so. You showed him the green goods?”