“NOW WE UNDERSTAND ONE ANOTHER,” HE SAID. “HERE’S YOUR MONEY.” Page [288].
“Thanks,” the younger man returned; “I’ll smoke it later it you don’t mind. Now call ’em in.”
“Certainly,” Taylor said briskly. “And say, I’m glad to have met you, Mr. Denby; and next time you’re landing in New York and I can be of use, let me know.” He leered. “I might be of considerable use, understand?”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
TAYLOR walked briskly across the hall and threw open the door of the room in which his subordinates were guarding their prisoner. “Duncan,” he called, “and Gibbs, come here.”
When they had come in with Ethel Cartwright, he turned to them impressively. “Boys,” he declared, “it was all a mistake.”
“What!” cried his men.
“Thank God!” the girl cried softly.