“That is a question that can be discussed later on. You came voluntarily, don’t forget that fact. Where’s the money?”
“It is on deposit in the Bank of Commerce.”
“Well, here’s paper and a stylographic pen, if the ink isn’t frozen— no, it’s all right—write a cheque quickly for the amount payable to bearer. Hurry up, or the ink will freeze.”
There was a smile of satisfaction on the face of Staples as he wrote the check.
“There,” he said, with a counterfeited sigh. “That is the amount.”
The check was for 480,000 dollars.
When they came under the shadow of the American coast, Brown ordered his passenger off.
“You can easily reach land from here, and the walk will do you good. I’m going further up the lake.”
When Staples was almost at the land he shouted through the clear night air: “Don’t spend the money recklessly when you get it, Walker.”
“I’ll take care of it, Staples,” shouted back young Brown.