From his inside coat pocket, Fendrick drew a sealed envelope, wrote the date across the front, and handed it to O’Connor.
“Keep this, Bucky, and remember that I gave it to you. Put it in a safe place, but don’t open the envelope till I give the word. Understand?”
“I hear what you say, but I don’t understand what you mean—what’s back of it.”
“It isn’t intended that you should yet. I’m protecting myself. That’s all.”
“I guessed that much. Well, if you’re ready, I’ll arrange your lodgings for the night, Cass. I reckon I’ll put you up at a hotel with one of the boys.”
“Just as you say.”
Fendrick rose, and the two men passed into the street.