“Yes. I believe I will take the next train up to the city.”
“When will you be back?”
“To-night. I will bring you the balance of the money—say, fifty dollars.”
“There ought to be more than that for me.”
“Oh, it will be all right! Only, you know, I will have to sell them below the market price, at some place where no questions are asked.”
“I’ve no doubt you’ll do the square thing,” said Philip, who did not know that this statement of Congreve’s was only a flimsy pretense to enable him to appropriate a larger share of the plunder, as it may fairly be called.
“I’ll promise you fifty dollars, whatever the bonds bring,” said Congreve.
“Thank you.”
“Now, I must get ready, for the next train leaves for the city in half an hour.”
“I’ll go along with you to the depot,” said Philip.