“I’m to meet the two of them at the Waldorf to-morrow afternoon.”
“You mean the wealthy cattle-dealer?”
“The same, Nate.”
“Can’t he be induced to go up against my game here?”
Belle Braddon’s crafty eyes took on a quizzical look at the man opposite.
“Suppose he can, Nate?” she answered slowly: “could you make a sure thing of him?”
“How much can be won?” demanded Godard ominously.
“A hundred thousand, at the least, if you get him on the down track.”
“Are you sure?”
“Dead sure!”