Part 15 (1/2)
”Haven't you thought of anything?”
”I've got a plan that may work.”
Here Julius entered, and his entrance produced a brief interruption.
”What luck, Julius?” asked Morgan.
”Nothing much. I got a bundle to carry for a quarter.”
”Have you got the money?”
”There's ten cents. I bought my supper with the rest.”
”Give it to me.”
Jack Morgan took the ten cents and thrust it into his pocket.
”You ain't smart, Julius,” he said. ”You ought to have brought more than that.”
”Buy me a blacking-box and I will,” said Julius.
”I'll see about it. But, Marlowe, you were just goin' to tell me of your plan.”
”Shall I tell before him?” asked Marlowe, indicating the boy.
”Drive ahead. He's one of us.”
”There's a house on Madison avenue that I've heard about. It belongs to a man that's gone to Europe.”
”Then there isn't much left in it worth taking.”
”That's where you're wrong. I've found out that he has left all his plate locked up in a safe on the second floor and some bonds, too, it's most likely.”
”Has he got much?”
”So I hear.”
”Who told you?”
”A man that was in his service. He was discharged for drunkenness, and he owes this Mr. Talbot a grudge.”
”Is he a thief himself?”
”No, but he is willing to help us, out of revenge.”
”Then you can depend on his information.”
”Yes; there is no doubt of it.”
”Is the house empty?”