“There are twenty thousand waiting for you, whenever you choose to call.”
“Give me a check for it. I can easily get it cashed. You stand well in financial circles.”
The man hesitated, but finally he filled out a check for the amount demanded and handed it to the other.
“We are doing well, Elmer.”
It was the young fellow who spoke.
“This thing is getting hot,” Nick Carter whispered to himself; “my fine young gentleman seems to be a lady in disguise. I must have that check and also my friend’s next door.”
“It will be a month before the stock will go up again,” said the broker, “and I can’t carry any considerable amount of it for a long time. The death of Hilton Field will send it below thirteen. I don’t care for the money so much.”
“What then?”
“It may be discovered I had a hand in this infernal business and then——”
“And then?” repeated Greer.