He announced his approval of the loan about to be made.

The note was duly drawn, the money counted out, and Bucholz handed the amount to his counsel.
As Mr.Bollman received the money, he looked up quickly and inquired, in a quiet manner: "This money is not on the list, is it ?" [Illustration: "_This money is not upon the list, is it ?_"] It was a very adroit question, had the detective not been upon his guard, but without flinching, he looked doubtfully but steadily into his face, as he inquired: "What list?
I don't know what you mean." "Oh!" replied Mr.Bollman, with a light laugh, "I thought this might possibly be some of Schulte's money." At this they all laughed, and the mind of the attorney seemed to be set at rest upon the point of Sommers' knowledge of anything in connection with the wealth of Henry Schulte.
After Mr.Bollman's departure from the jail, Sommers, turning to Bucholz, said, in a quiet, unconcerned manner: "I heard that the Schulte estate has been sold, and that the new-comer intends to tear down the buildings at once.

He bought it on speculation, and expects to find Schulte's money." Bucholz was visibly affected by this information.

His face became pale, and his lips trembled as with suppressed emotion.
"They won't find anything there, though," laughingly continued Sommers, apparently ignoring the excitement of his companion.

"We have got ahead of them." "My God!" exclaimed Bucholz, not heeding the last remark.