“So do I,” said John, briskly. “I know a bully place near by.”
“If it’s a good place, you can lead me there. While we are discussing the oysters, I have a little plan to tell you about, that may give you back your place at our office.”
“Good!” said John. “You’re a true friend, cousin Simon.”
Ten minutes later they were sitting in a curtained compartment, in a saloon famous for the excellence of its oysters.
In the next compartment, two minutes previous, Mr. Sands, the broker, had taken his seat and given his order; but of this neither John nor his cousin had the slightest suspicion.
CHAPTER XVI.
A PLOT AGAINST GILBERT.
The next day Mr. Sands received an unexpected summons to Washington. A brother, who was clerk in one of the departments, was seriously ill, and he was summoned to his bedside.
“How long shall you be absent, sir?” inquired Simon Moore.
“I cannot say; it will depend on how I find my brother. Keep me apprised of what is going on by letter, and, if necessary, by telegraph.”
“Yes, sir,” said Simon, cheerfully; “you may rely upon me.”