Claude reached forward and picked up the check.
“I’m to have a cool two hundred thousand for the job,” said he. “Just think of it! You’re an important person.”
“Hang me if I ain’t. Why does the old man want me out of the way?”
“You hold the secret, and he believes you have the papers left by Mother Flintstone.”
“You gave him that gaff, did you?”
“Yes, in great shape.”
“I hardly thought you’d do it. But since you have I suppose you’re to furnish proofs that I’ve been killed.”
“Of course.”
“You are not expected to furnish the corpse, I hope?”
“No; not quite that. But he’s to have some sort of proofs, and then we’ll get the two hundred thousand.”