“All right, Nate,” nodded Bruce, who had taken his seat at the table. “Do not hurry back, as the boss said that he was going away.”
“I’ll return in about an hour,” added Godard.
Then he took his hat and departed.
Neither Nick Carter nor Chick observed him.
The eyes of both were fixed upon the closed door of Flood’s private room.
CHAPTER VII.
THE WAGES OF SIN.
In the private room to which he had led him, Moses Flood paid Kendall his winnings. As he took a portion of the funds from a huge safe in one corner, he said coldly:
“I must give you part of the amount in government bonds, Mr. Kendall.”
“Anything—anything easily convertible,” faltered Kendall, half choked with emotion.
He could hardly realize what had befallen him, that he really had won all that he required to rectify his deficit at the bank, and that he then and there was to receive the money that would save him from flight, a defaulter’s last resort, or the shame of a convict’s cell.