“Not in the least.”
Springer affectionately pressed his friend’s hand.
“Well, will you keep this money for me?”
“Yes; give it to me.”
The Swiss placed the bills in an envelope.
“What must I do with it?”
“I’ll let you know; I shall probably tell you to send it to me in Madrid in various quantities.”
“Good; it shall be done.”
The Swiss climbed the spiral staircase that went from the back room to the main floor, and returned presently, saying:
“I’ve put it away.”