"Sit down there,
stretch out your arms full length on either side, the palms of your
hands against each other's!" he ordered curtly; and, as they obeyed--
Haines, cowed, all pretence at nerve gone, Curley cursing in abandon--he
slipped the handcuffs over their wrists on one side, and, taking the
piece of cord from his pocket that he had intended for the Rat's ankles,
he deftly noosed their wrists on the other side with a slip knot, which
he fastened securely.
He stepped over to the table.
"Counterfeiting five-hundred and thousand-dollar bills is rather out of
the ordinary run, isn't it--I see these on the table here are the
regular small variety!" he observed coolly, as he pulled the drawer
open. "The big ones make a quick turn-over, though, if you have the
plant to turn them out, and can swing a scheme to cash them--after
banking hours--and steal them back! Hello, what's this!"--the sealed
envelope, torn open at one end, evidently by the Rat in his
examination, but still full of the counterfeit notes, was
blood-smeared, and on the upper left-hand corner there showed the
distinct impression of a finger print.
There was a sudden crash against the door.
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