“If Ropes loses his place, you will probably step into it.”
“Then I hope he’ll go, and that soon.”
When Jasper passed through the front door and stood on the sidewalk, he breathed a sigh of relief.
“So, they are on to us,” he said to himself. “But how was it found out? That’s what I’d like to know. I have been very careful. I must see Carton at once.”
A short walk took him to a billiard room not far from Broadway. A young man of twenty five, with a slight mustache, and a thin, dark face, was selecting a cue.
“Ah, Jasper!” he said. “Come at last. Let us have a game of pool.”
“Not just yet. Come outide. I want to speak to you.”
Jasper looked serious, and Philip Carton, observing it, made no remonstrance, but taking his hat, followed him out.
“Well, what is it?” he asked.
“Something serious. It is discovered at the store that goods are missing.”