“I’m glad to hear it,” said the detective.
Smith went to a large safe and took from it a package of bills.
They were all of large denominations, and the twenty thousand dollars he handed his visitor did not make a very thick bundle.
Nick Carter shoved the money into an inside pocket and buttoned his coat.
“Mr. Smith,” he said, “you must give me your note for the balance, and state on its face what service the money is paid for.”
The broker hemmed and hawed; this proposition was not at all to his liking.
“If you do not,” continued Nick, “our bargain is off.”
There was no resisting this threat, and Smith hastened to satisfy the officer’s demand.
Nick placed the note with the bills and rebuttoned his coat.
“Of course,” said Smith, “you will forget about that business at the hotel. I mean, you won’t ‘pinch’ Greer and the girl?”