“This man Waldmere?”
“Yes.”
“What is he to you?”
“I am his uncle. His father, the Earl of Eggleston, is my only brother. He is dying, if not already dead, and his title and vast estate will soon be mine, providing Waldmere is dead and out of the way. Can you doubt, then, that I will pay you the price agreed upon with Gammon?” Sir Edward forcibly questioned. “Why, man, I will pay even more liberally. I will double the amount, and it shall be paid when——”
“One moment,” Pimlico interrupted. “Has Gammon told you where Waldmere is confined?”
“No, he has not.”
“Or who I really am and where I hang out?”
“No, neither.”
“Have you any idea?”
“Not the slightest. I have left it all to Gammon. Nor do I care about that, Mr. Pimlico,” Sir Edward added. “If you will do what I require, if you will put this man away, if you will complete your work at once and contrive that positive proof of Waldmere’s death shall be found, I will do all that I have agreed to do and something more than that, as soon as——”