In a dark room, in the rear of the fourth story of a Pine Street building, into which Nick was ushered, sat the broker friend of Elmer Greer.
“You have succeeded, Sam, I see,” said Tom Smith to Mr. Furman.
Turning to the detective, Smith put out his hand, saying:
“I guess we can come to terms. I felt very sorry for that affair at the hotel the other night.”
“I have no doubt you did, sir,” remarked Nick.
“Sam has explained my proposition, I trust,” said the smiling broker.
“Oh, yes. I understand the matter thoroughly,” replied the detective. “I am to receive twenty thousand to-day.”
“Just so, and at the end of a month, eighty thousand more.”
“It is a heap of money,” said Nick, evidently carried away by the magnitude of the sum.
“Oh, I can afford it; and—let me whisper—perhaps you may get more than you bargain for,” remarked the broker. “The disappearance of this old fossil, Field, has been a great thing for me, and you may be sure I am feathering my nest.”