"Yes, I have taken care of that."
"Mr. Ferguson," said Nicholas, "will you sell me that check for a hundred and fifty dollars?"
"Will you give it?" asked the landlord eagerly.
"I will."
"What is your object? Is this man a friend of yours?"
"No; he's my enemy.I want to get him into my power!"
"Then you shall have it for a hundred, and I hope you may catch him."
In five minutes the change was effected.
One object more Nicholas had in view. He tried to ascertain what had become of Rupert Jones, but in this he was unsuccessful. No one in Kelso had seen or heard of him for years.