"Think of what it may mean, Mr. Montague," he cried.
"They will decide on to-morrow's moves! It may turn the stock market
upside down. Think of what you could do with the information!"
"No," said Montague, shaking his head; "don't go at me that way."
Bates was gazing at him. "I beg your pardon," he said; "but then
maybe you have interests of your own; or your friends--surely this
situation--"
"No, not that either," said Montague, smiling; and Bates broke into
a laugh.
"Well, then," he said, "just for the sport of it! Just to fool
them!"
"That's more like it," said Montague.
"Of course, it's your room," said Bates. "You can stop us, if you
insist. But you needn't stay if you don't want to. We'll take all
the risk; and you may be sure that if we were caught, the hotel
would suppress it. You can trust me to clear your name--"
"I'll stay," said Montague. "I'll see it through."
Bates jumped up and stretched out his hand. "Good!" he cried. "Put
it there!"
In the meantime, Rodney pounced upon the dress-suit case, and opened
it, taking out a coil of wire rope, very light and flexible, and a
short piece of board.
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