“Well, we’ll suppose it is Tom Smith,” said the visitor. “It will make no difference to you who puts up the stuff, if you get it.”
“I told you I would have nothing to do with you.”
“Better think it over,” suggested Furman.
Nick did think for a moment, and his visitor eagerly watched his features the while, but he could see nothing there.
“I will accept your offer,” said the detective, hastily, “but when am I to receive this money?”
“You will be paid twenty thousand dollars to-day and the rest in thirty days’ time,” replied Mr. Furman, smiling at his success. “I knew you would come around, after a bit.”
“What man wouldn’t?” said Nick, with great earnestness. “Why, you offer me a fortune. But suppose some other detective finds the old banker, what then?”
“We have no fear of the others,” answered the visitor. “You are the only one we are afraid of. Of course you will not give any of them a clew to work on?”
“Not I.”
“Then we will go down to Wall Street and get your first installment.”