Mr. Callister arose abruptly as he spoke, and buttoned up his overcoat as though to depart.
"You'll see me to-morrow mornin', then, fer sure," replied Cutts, likewise rising. "So you'd better be ready with the cash."
"I will, Billy, never fear. How's your father, by the way?"
"Oh, the old man's all right, but confoundedly nervous till this little spec is over."
"Well, give him my regards when you see him, and I shall expect to see you with your work accomplished at my office to-morrow by noon."
And the respectable Mr. Callister with a face so smiling that, as the saying goes, butter would not have melted in his mouth, shook hands with Detective Cutts and moved off in the direction of the nearest station on the elevated road.
[CHAPTER II.]
DYBALL'S CLUB.
Dyball's Club-room was not the most high-toned of the New York clubs, nor is it frequented by what are, as a rule, termed the highest of high-toned men.