“I thought of that. I made it a thousand dollars. The posters ought to be out to-day on the stage.”
“Good enough!”
“Whom do you suspect?”
Jack looked at him with amiable imperturbability. “I reckon I better certify my suspicions, seh, before I go to shouting them out.”
“All right, sir. Since I’m paying the shot, it ought to entitle me to some confidence. But it’s up to you. Get back the twenty thousand dollars, that’s all I ask, except that you put the fellow behind the bars of the penitentiary for a few years.”
Flatray gave him an odd smile which he did not understand.
“I hope to be able to accommodate you, seh, about this time to-morrow, so far as getting the gold 120 goes. You’ll have to wait a week or two before the rest of your expectations get gratified.”
“Any reasonable time. I want to see him there eventually. That’s all.”
Jack laughed again, without giving any reason for his mirth. That ironic smile continued to decorate his face for some time. He seemed to have some inner source of mirth he did not care to disclose.