“Why, yes, I think that he has been. They have frequently lunched in company, and I have heard of them at the theaters together. I cannot, of course, say to what extent their intimacy has gone.”
“It does not matter particularly,” replied Nick. “You stated yesterday that she lives with her uncle.”
“Yes.”
“Who is he?”
“He is one of our depositors. His name is Godard—Nathan Godard.”
“Oh, ho! Flood’s lookout at the faro-bank!” Nick exclaimed to himself. “By Jove! this affair is shaping itself up in a new light. I begin to scent a rat.”
With no betrayal of his momentary surprise, however, Nick presently said aloud:
“How large a deposit does Godard carry here?”
“Several thousand dollars at times.”
“Flood’s money,” thought Nick promptly. “Deposited in Godard’s name.”