face was quite pale. Frank saw that he was under an intense nervous strain.
"Oh, Markham," said Frank, not indicating that he noticed his friend's perturbation, "I want you to take that money to Darry Haven."
"All right," answered Markham, glancing over his shoulder towards the street.
"Be careful of it, won't you now?" directed Frank, with a little laugh. "Remember, it's our entire capital, and here's the mailing lists. Tell Darry to get them set up and printed just as quick as he can. We need them at once."
Frank had decided to have the mailing list names printed, each on a separate line with a broad margin. This he did so they could keep a permanent record of the result of using each name. Besides that, in the fire at Riverton the lists had got charred, and some of them were brittle and broken away, and some pages hard to decipher.
Markham clasped the wallet containing the money tightly in one hand, thrust it into his outside coat pocket, and tucked the rolled-up lists under his arm.
"Be back soon," he said.
"All right, do so. Want to have a little talk with you."
