CHAPTER 4I SIT IN ON FATE.
I got the money next day; I took it myself from the bank. Also I got my revolver and spent the evening in the city. About half an hour before ten, I went to our offices and roused the watchman to let me in. I pretended to work for a while and then let myself out the river door and started down the black, narrow walk above the water.
No one was anywhere about at that hour; not a window in the walls on either side was alight. Ships slid in and out; one minute deckhands, sailors and mates on watch would glide by within ten feet of me; the next I was alone with black, locked doors on one side, the water on the other.
I heard my name whispered in Jerry’s voice. “You’ve got it?” the voice said; and some one was beside me.
This was Jerry of the Mackinaw coat, of the
