Simon Moore nodded significantly.
“You are right there,” he said. “When he gets back, Gilbert Greyson won’t be here.”
“You’ll do what we were talking about last evening?”
“Yes, I shall have plenty of chances while Sands is away.”
“Can’t you manage it to-day?”
“No, it would look suspicious; I don’t want Mr. Sands to suspect anything.”
“How soon, then?”
“Say day after to-morrow. In order to avert suspicion, I will in my letter of to-morrow speak a good word for Gilbert,—say he’s doing better than I anticipated, or something of that sort. The next day the explosion will come.”
“You’ll bounce Gilbert?”
“Yes, I’ll take that upon myself, and explain to Sands when he returns. Ten to one he won’t interfere then.”