"Yes, it is right. It is the forged paper. We have put a spoke in the wheel of that impudent young impostor. He can do nothing now. But you want your money, and you shall have it."
Mr. Grey took out his pocket-book and counted out five twenty-dollar bills, which he put in the hands of his agent.
"Now confess," he said, "you never earned money more easily."
"No," said Maurice; "but I wouldn't like to go through it again. Suppose Grey had come in while I was at his trunk?"
"Tell me how you managed it—I am curious to know."
So Maurice told the story, which amused his auditor not a little, especially when he tried on the mustache in his presence.
"You are a regular conspirator," he said, smiling. "You absolutely have a genius for intrigue."
Maurice felt complimented by this remark, and the fact that he was the possessor of over a hundred dollars, put him in very good spirits.
"When do you think Gilbert will find out his loss?" he asked.
"Very likely not till he calls on me. He will wonder how he met with the loss."