“Yes. Do you know anything about him?”
“Yes. He is employed by Ouida Angelo as a model.”
“Good. The fee in the case shall be yours.”
“Cash?” cried out the mercenary little wretch.
“Yes, cash,” said the delighted father, and he forthwith went into the safe and brought a roll of bank notes, which he gave to Marie.
“Do you desire a receipt for this,” she said, with a smile.
“No,” said Mr. Salmon, “but you might tell your old dad what you are going to do with so much money.”
“No, I cannot do that,” she replied, with assumed fear.
“Going to waste it on your staff of paupers?”