“I will send Felix to the bank and draw out sixteen hundred. Will that satisfy you?”
“I see, and, according to our arrangement, Felix will hand it to me on his way back to the office, and then swear that it was taken from him by some unknown party. You have coached him, have you?”
“Yes. Of course, I had to let him into the secret partially, promising him twenty-five dollars for himself.”
“Ten would have been sufficient.”
“He would not have been satisfied. We can spare that.”
“How soon do you expect Fairchild back?”
“In three days.”
But on the morrow Mullins was disconcerted by receiving the following telegram:
“Expect me back sometime to-day. Fairchild.”