“No, sir; I am to meet him to-morrow morning at the Fifth Avenue Hotel.”
Willis Ford's countenance changed when he heard this statement. He supposed that Jim Morrison already had his money and was safely off with it. Now it was clear that Grant would not be allowed to pay it to him, and his own debt would remain unpaid. That being the case, Morrison would be exasperated, and there was no knowing what he would say.
“What do you know of this man, Grant?”
“Very little, sir.”
“How does he impress you—as an honest, straightforward man?”
Grant shook his head.
“Not at all,” he said.
“Yet you took charge of his business for him?”
“Yes, sir; but not willingly. He offered me a dollar for my trouble, and as I did not know there was anything wrong, I consented. Besides—-” Here Grant paused.
“Well?”