Mr. Mountain placed his hand in his pocket, and, taking out an envelope, took out a check, holding it in his hand.
The Brown Robin, in the act of drawing a paper from the breast of her dress, stopped.
“A check! Is this a trick, or is it your ignorance?”
“Why, yes, a check drawn to my own order for fifty thousand dollars, and indorsed by me. You did not tell me in what shape you wanted it.”
“True. But you must have understood.”
Suddenly she flew into a violent passion, in which she declared that she would ruin him, really frightening Mr. Mountain.
He tried to soothe her, and in doing so admitted that he had thought a check would not do.
“I did bring fifty thousand in bills with me. It is in a package that I left in the Park Avenue Hotel. I can destroy this, and get the package in ten minutes.”
“And bring a horde of officers down on me?”
“No; you can accompany me, or that young man who brought me here can.”