"Oh, drop that—let's talk business. I tell you I know Chatham, and I ain't goin' to put myself in his hands."
He drew out his watch and opened it.
"It's half-past eight now, and he doubtless knows Lockhart's dead—probably he's got the treasury sealed."
Jennings' brow was gathered once more in wrinkles that indicated thought. His face rapidly assumed an expression of determination. Presently he rose.
"Bill," he said, "I'm goin' to do somethin' fer you I wouldn't do fer any other livin' man."
Grigsby raised an appealing, yearning face.
"Yest'day I deposited in Gregory's bank over at Decatur twenty-four thousand dollars. It's the fees received in my office durin' the last quarter. It's lucky fer you they was unusually large—"
"Yes," said Grigsby, and his expression, expectant and hopeful a moment before, clouded, "but it's in Decatur, and we're in Springfield and we've got to have it now, to-night, if it's goin' to do us any good. What the devil did you want to deposit it in Gregory's bank for?"
