CHAPTER XII
FATE ARRANGES FOR J. RUFUS AN OPPORTUNITY TO MANUFACTURE SALES RECORDERS
It was not until their train had passed beyond the last suburb that Wallingford, ensconced in the sleeper drawing room, was able to resume his accustomed cheerfulness.
“Sure you have that bundle of American passports all right, Fanny?” he inquired.
“They’re perfectly safe, but I’m glad to be rid of them,” she answered listlessly, and opening her hand bag she emptied it of its contents, then, with a small penknife, loosened the false bottom in it. From underneath this she drew a flat package of thousand-dollar bills and handed them to him.
“Forty of them!” gloated Wallingford, counting them over. Then he pounded upon his knees and laughed. “I can see Starvation Neil when he has to tell his jay delegate
