“This house must be vacated and all the stuff removed. Then I must have the key of this house, also of the one next door.”
“Flood’s old place?”
“Yes.”
“What sort of a job are you cooking up?” growled Godard suspiciously.
“That’s my business, Nate,” returned the girl. “I shall do it in my own way, or not at all.”
Godard saw that she meant it, and he had no idea of letting her offer slip by.
“I’ll vacate the house this very day,” said he promptly. “I’ll move our stuff down to the shore house, and open a game there on the quiet. That will throw the cops off my track for a time.”
“Very good.”
“When will you do the job?”
“As soon as I can arrange to have it come right,” replied Belle thoughtfully. “Not this week, however. I have engagements for two evenings with that yellow-haired Dakota chap, whom I caught on to at the Waldorf last week. He has money to burn, barrels of it, and I must get my little bit.”