Hugh was sitting in his garden the following afternoon when Bob Bender came to see him. He counted out ten bills of a thousand francs each.
“There! if we failed it was through no fault of yours. You’ve earned this. Now we want you to go away for awhile, disappear somewhere. We want to hush the whole thing up, choke off all inquiries.”
“All right. By the way, what about that poor woman who was shot?”
“Oh, she’s all right! They only winged her. She dropped to avoid further injury. But then I shouldn’t say ‘she.’ Do you know who that was?”
“No.”
“Krantz.”
“The devil!”
“Yes, I was surprised myself. He’s been spying on the gang for months. He’ll be all right in a few weeks.”
“I’m glad. I liked Krantz. I say, you don’t need to be afraid of my blabbing anything. But I don’t see how you are going to hush up a thing like that. How are you going to account for it?”
Bob grinned.