“I don’t see anything objectionable about that,” he said. He gave a cursory glance at the other side, and saw that it was covered with German characters. “Yes, I’ll deliver it, or see it delivered. Perhaps I had better put it in the post-office. I could do it secretly, and no one would know where it came from.”
“If you do that, direct it like this: ‘To Carlos Conrad, or his attorney, Charles H. Royalton.’ Then it will be sure to reach its destination.”
“Yes.”
“And do it as soon as possible.”
“I will.”
“Thanks. And now take this.”
He extended to Snags a five-dollar gold piece, which was accepted.
“Mind,” said Snags, “that you don’t say anything of this to Roake. I know it can’t hurt us any, but he’s as contrary as a mule.”
“I’ll be silent,” said Leonard.
“Here’s some more victuals,” said Snags, producing aslice of cold meat and a loaf of bread; “and something to cheer you up,” drawing from his pocket a bottle of wine.