Without more ado the nabob drew up a check for five thousand dollars, and passed it across the table.
“This business must not lag,” said he. “While that man lives he is dangerous.”
Five minutes later the young man stood on a corner in another part of the city. He was smoking complacently and apparently waiting for some one, for he watched the door of a well-known resort.
Presently the door opened and George Richmond came out.
Claude joined him at once, and the pair walked away together.
In a little while they seated themselves at a table in a room not far from the corner, and Claude threw the check upon the table.
“Jehu! did you make it?” cried Richmond.
“I did.”
“How?”
The young scamp smiled.