"Great Jupiter! and so this is one of the villains?"
"Yes; from a private dispatch put into my hands only a little while ago, I am sure of it."
"What can he have done with his share of the plunder, then? There don't seem to be any of it about him."
"Hold up a moment!" exclaimed Rouse, suddenly thrusting his hand into an inside vest-pocket of the dead man, "let's see what we've got here," and he drew forth a pocket-book.
He opened it, and found within a few hundred dollars in gold and bank-notes, and a bill of exchange for fifteen thousand dollars.
"By Jove!" exclaimed Rouse, "this sharp fellow, while he was on his roundabout way to Hudson Street this morning, stopped at a brother Jew's in Bond Street; and he must have managed in the few minutes he was there to exchange his money for this bit of paper."
"That's it," nodded Old Spicer.
"Well," said the sergeant, "who shall take charge of his effects?"
"I wish you would, sergeant," returned Spicer, "and hand them over to the inspector for safe-keeping, for we have really got warm work before us."
"All right," and after a few friendly words, Old Spicer and Rouse went out.