“I suppose so.”
“All right. That's understood. If I can get the five thousand for you, you will hand me seven hundred and fifty. Now, I suppose the sooner we get at this, the better for both of us. When can I see you and talk it over?”
“You might come around this afternoon.”
“Say two o'clock?”
“That's all right.”
“Where do you live?”
“I'm stoppin' over on North Clark. Forty-two-seventy-two an' a half, third floor. You 'll be around, then, will you, Mr.—Mr.—”
“Bedloe's my name. Yes, I 'll be there at two sharp.”
But at two o'clock, when Beveridge called at the boarding-house on North Clark Street he found that Roche was gone. “He only stopped here a day,” said the landlady. “This noon he paid me and said he was called out of town by a telegram.”
“Did he say when he would be back?”