"Good-day. I am glad to meet you, for I have something to say to you. That paper you brought me was not the right one."
"Not the right one?" repeated Maurice, in alarm, for he thought Mr. Grey was about to demand back the hundred dollars, which he would have been very sorry to surrender.
"No; the rascal had been cunning enough to put the original in Mr. Ferguson's safe, and leave only a copy in his trunk. The paper you brought me was the copy."
"Does Gilbert say so?"
"Yes."
"Perhaps he lies."
"So I thought; but the date on the paper confirms his story."
"It wasn't my fault. I think I earned the money."
"You can keep it. I have no intention of asking it back; but I shall want to employ you further."
"To get the paper from the safe?"