“Will a ten-dollar note pay you?” questioned Garland, taking out a roll of money.
“Sure thing, boss, and then some.”
“Let it keep your mouth closed, also,” Garland added, stripping off a bank note from the roll. “I wouldn’t want Carter to think I have any reason to have suspected him.”
“I’m dumb,” Nolan assured him, eagerly accepting the money.
“You will say nothing about it, eh?”
“On my word.”
“Not even if——”
“Forget it!” Nolan cut in pointedly. “Forget it, boss; I have.”
“Very good,” Garland said approvingly. “See that you don’t recall it.”
He turned away with the last, quickly crossing the street and entering his residence. From one of the windows, however, he proceeded to watch Nolan down the avenue, until the seedy, sinister fellow vanished around a distant corner.