Godard’s evil face grew darker with every word that had fallen from the girl’s lips.
“The devil!” he snarled, as she pointedly concluded. “I hadn’t thought of it in that way. By Heaven, it may be true, as you say.”
“I should proceed as if it was, Nate, if I were you.”
“Try to land him?”
“Precisely.”
“How can it be done?”
“That’s for you to determine.”
“I don’t fancy the job.”
“Not as well as knocking out a half drunken fellow with ninety thousand dollars in his kit, eh?” laughed Belle Braddon. “I say, Nate, what would there be in it for me if I could do the job for you?”
“Turn Carter down?”