“How much money?”
“All that you’ll give. That’s what I’m to find out.”
“But I don’t know you, Rohan, from a side of leather,” Captain Dillon said, with a growl. “What evidence have I that you were sent by those three scoundrels? I’m not buying a cat in a bag, nor dealing with any known agent. You may, for all I know, be a detective in disguise.”
Rohan shrugged his rounded shoulders and grinned derisively.
“There’s nothing in that, sir,” said he. “I can give you proof enough.”
Captain Dillon’s squinted eyes took on a gleam of eagerness.
“What proof?” he demanded.
“You’re alone here, you say?” Rohan glanced around again toward the hall and bedrooms.
“Yes, on my word,” Dillon earnestly declared.
“Got a gun on you? Stand up, sir, and lift your jacket.”