A meaning look and a sly nod passed between him and Spantz.

The man halted at the corner below and, later on, followed King to Cook's office, afterward to the Castle gates, outside of which he waited until his quarry reappeared.

Until King went to bed late that night this swarthy fellow was close at his heels, always keeping well out of sight himself.
"I'll come in soon to look at those rings," said King, placing the notes on the counter.

Spantz merely nodded, raked in the bills without counting them, and passed the sword over to the purchaser.
"Very good, sir," he growled after a moment.
"I hate to carry this awful thing through the streets," said King, looking at the huge weapon with despairing eye.

Inwardly, he was cursing himself for his extravagance and cupidity.
"It belongs to you, my friend.