"About twenty-four hundred dollars."
"That's a lot of dollars."
"It would keep a man in cigars for a day or two."
"And this guy, after he stuck you up," Ward reasoned, "left Frisco and come North where he had the bad luck to meet with an accident."
"Precisely."
"What'd he look like?"
"There were two of them. One had red hair and his left ear was missing. The other was short; about my size, I would say; rather thin, with a small, black, straggly mustache and swarthy skin. I should judge he were either an Italian or possibly a Spaniard."
"The second one fits the guy on ice. Want to take a squint at him?"
Mr. Peck jumped to his feet.
"I'd be delighted," he said with what sounded to Charlie Ward like unwarranted glee.