Will you give me a receipt for them ?" "You took them surreptitiously! You can well afford to trust our honor," snappishly said Warner.

"Very good," added Boardman.

"You will hear from us, as to your claim, in due time." When Arthur Ferris' footfall died out upon the stair, Boardman drily remarked, as he pocketed the bill, "The price of a scoundrel's silence! Well, we will see! But the fellow really knows nothing of the murder! Let us go to work, gentlemen." When they returned to the conference room, below them, on the street, the deposed favorite of fortune was chatting with a new officer on the beat.
"McNerney?
Oh, yes," grinned the strange policeman.

"He has taken two-months' leave and goes over to see his ould mother, in Oireland.
His home address, sure, I don't know.

Mayhap the sergeant can tell ye." While the bluecoat sauntered away, Ferris mentally recorded another mistake.