Half an hour later he was on a Cortlandt Street ferryboat bound for the Jersey shore.
The package which he took with him contained four hundred dollars in bills, which he had drawn from the bank the day previous without the knowledge of his confederate. He had been providing for contingencies.
When Mr. Fairchild returned Felix delivered the message.
The broker at once looked suspicious.
“Did Mr. Mullins say where he was going?” he asked.
“Yes, sir. He said he was going out on an errand.”
“Did he take anything with him?”
“I didn’t observe, sir.”
When Sharpleigh came in a little later he looked about him inquiringly.
“Where’s Mullins?”