Leech shook his head.
"It will be three millions by that time; besides, this thing has cost me money. I've got to keep these chaps on the job, you know."
Wilkinson rose, and said:
"Give me until eight o'clock to-morrow morning. You'll find me here."
Leech thought a moment, and then shaking his finger at the millionaire, he said:
"Don't you try to get away, Wilkinson, because...."
"That part of it is all right," growled the other. "By the way, won't you stay and have a schooner of beer? No? Well, eight to-morrow morning, then."
Leech left, Wilkinson looking after him wistfully as he went out.
"Clean-cut proposition, that Leech," he reflected to himself.