Hilton Field was chilled, and the wine was most acceptable.
He had hardly swallowed it when a sleepy feeling came over him, and he knew that the liquor was drugged.
Dick Denton took the banker’s arms within his own, and, leading him to a lounge, told him to rest himself.
Leaving Denton and the woman alone, Mackrell and Moses went downstairs, not forgetting to take the bottle of brandy with them.
“Where is Wilbur?” Dick asked, when the door closed behind his friends.
“Over in Norwalk; he will be here inside of an hour,” replied Sophie. “But why do you ask?”
“I was thinking, perhaps, he might upset our plans.”
“Not he; why he was tickled to death when he heard of Greer’s success. Don’t you know, it was Wilbur who first broached the scheme to Elmer Greer?”
“No; I didn’t know it,” answered Denton. “There is one thing I do know, and that is, heaps of money are being made by Greer, and some others on the outside, while me and my pals are doing the work and taking all the risks.”
“Haven’t you received anything?”