_Buy_. Yours gratefully, P. Farrell."
When his report was written and signed, he handed it to Weekes.
"We can mail this, if you approve," he said.
Weekes read it over and approved the document. "But I don't approve
mailing it," he assured Farrell. "No, sirree: your boss has a name
for playing straight, but we won't give him all that time and
temptation. We'll go back and hand him this together--for you come
into it, I guess, on some floor or other."
"No," said Farrell. "The report's as good as it promises; but I'm
out of this job. The only favour you can do me is to help me shift
down this coast--as far as Colon, for instance. And I owe it to
Renton, of course, to mail this letter. With your knowledge of the
boats and trains, you can get to New York along with it or even ahead
of it."
"That's all very well, so far as it goes," said Weekes, thoughtfully;
"and I see your point. But again, what about _you_?"
"Ah, to be sure," answered Farrell, pondering in his turn.
"There's the risk of leaving me behind to chip in on you both.
Well . .
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