“I don’t want to load up with it before Wednesday afternoon.”
“Of course not, but find out whether it has arrived in New York. Then I’d call on Random & Griggs, introduce yourself, and tell them you’ll be around Wednesday evening.”
“Keno! You’ll go with me, won’t you?”
“I don’t think it will be necessary, Joe. While you’re attending to this, I’ll make my call at the Flatiron Building.”
“I’ll have to hunt up Random & Griggs, and I haven’t the least notion where to find the Merchants’ & Miners’ National Bank.”
“We’ll get all that out of the directory.”
“Then where am I to cross trails with you again?”
“Come to the Flatiron Building in two hours; that,” and Matt flashed a look at a clock, “will bring us together at ten. You’ll find me on the walk, at the point of the Flatiron Building, at ten o’clock.”
“Correct.” McGlory put the folded papers back into the envelope, and stowed the envelope in his pocket. “I reckon I won’t get lost, strayed, or stolen while I’m attending to this business of the colonel’s, but from the time I take that bullion out of the bank, Wednesday afternoon, until I get it into some safe place again, you’ve got to hang onto me.”
“I’ll be with you, then, of course,” Matt laughed. “Now, let’s get the street addresses of the bank and the firm of Random & Griggs, and then our trails will divide for a couple of hours.”