He accepted the money, and went out, first, however, promising to call upon Paul the next day at his stand and let him know whether there was any change in Jack Morgan's plans.
"I pity the poor boy," said Mrs. Hoffman, after he went out. "What a dreadful thing it is to live with such a desperate man!"
"I will see what I can do to help him next week," said Paul. "We shall owe him something for letting us know of the robbery."
"I shudder to think what might have happened if we had been taken by surprise. We might have been murdered in our beds."
Jimmy looked so frightened at this suggestion that Paul laughed.
"It is no laughing matter, mother," he said; "but Jimmy looked so thoroughly scared that I couldn't help being amused. Don't be alarmed, Jimmy. We'll take good care of you."
Meanwhile Julius was returning to the miserable room which he called home. He was thinking how he could communicate the information agreed upon without arousing the suspicions of the two confederates. Finally he decided upon a story which seemed to him satisfactory.
It was nine o'clock when he entered the room where Jack Morgan and Marlowe, having got tired of playing cards, were leaning back against the wall in their chairs, smoking clay pipes. The room was full of the odor of a villainous quality of cheap tobacco when Julius reappeared.
"Well, Julius," said Jack, removing his pipe from his mouth and regarding him eagerly, "what luck?"
"Good," said Julius briefly