He had merely plotted the undoing of a rival, but at the
sudden realization of his status in the eyes of the world, a new
thought struck him. "If I can get away with it--why not? A Russian
sable! Why, it's worth _thousands_!"
It took a concentrated effort to open the door a tiny crack and peer
through. Swiftly opening the door, Wentworth stepped onto the
sidewalk, closed the door behind him, and clutching his package
tightly, hurried down the street. He had entirely gained his composure
by the time he reached his hotel, and hastening to his room, placed the
package in his trunk and turned the key. He glanced at his watch. It
lacked three minutes of one, and remembering his appointment with
Orcutt, he hastened to the Wolverine Bank.
VI
Orcutt greeted his caller without enthusiasm. For despite the
assurance over the telephone that Wentworth wanted no money, he felt
that he was in for a touch.
The younger man was quick to note the attitude, and hastened to dispel
it. "In the first place, Mr. Orcutt, I am going to ask you to cash a
check for three thousand dollars, but----"
"Three thousand!" exclaimed Orcutt, his eyes narrowing. "Whose check
is it?"
"John McNabb's."
"John McNabb's!" A look of suspicion flashed into his eyes.
"Yes--isn't it good?"
"Good! Hell--yes, of course it's good! But what are you doing with
McNabb's check for three thousand?"
Reaching into his pocket, Wentworth drew out the packet of papers and
held it in his hand.
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