As yet he suspects nothing.

On receipt of your next, will take measures to put him away for a few months.

I know that, once he lands behind bars, his finish can be easily arranged.
Trusting this information will prove satisfactory to you, and awaiting your further instructions, I am, Very truly yours, THE COSMOS AGENCY, Dillon F.Slade, Mgr.
Old Flint read this extraordinary communication twice through, then, raising his head, growled in his shrunken throat, for all the world like a wild beast.

His gold tooth, gleaming in the light, made his rictus of passion more venomous, more malevolent still.
"The--the Hell-hound!" he stammered, his eyes narrowed with hate and rage.

"Oh, wait! Wait till we land him! And this--_this_ is the devil, the scum, that Kate, my daughter--" He could not finish; but, clutching at his sparse gray hair, fell to pacing the floor and mouthing execrations.