Then he handed me two bills.
"There is a thousand dollars there, Craig, and I will send you a typewritten memoranda of instructions, covering all points in the game.
Where can I be sure of finding you at three o'clock tomorrow ?" "At 407 Green Street." "All right; as soon as you read those instructions call me up by 'phone, and let me know what you have done regarding a woman, and ask any questions you may desire.

That will be all now.

Neale, you might show Craig the way out." He put out his arm, and we shook hands, although he did not arise from the chair.

It had all been accomplished so suddenly that I felt confused, uncertain as to what I had best do.

Only the feel of those bills in my pocket seemed real, and made me fully aware that I was pledged to the service.