Killigrew began to smile. "How much have you offered him as a salary?"

"Two hundred a month, to be paid out of the funds."

"Janet," said Crawford, "it's a good thing I'm married, or I'd apply

for the post myself."

"All right," agreed Killigrew; "a bargain's a bargain."

"A wager's a wager," thought Kitty.

"If you wake up some fine morning and find the funds gone . . ."

"Mother and I will attend to all checks, such as they are."

"Kitty, any day you say I'll take you into the firm as chief counsel.

But before I approve of your selection, I'd like to have a talk with

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our friend Webb."

"He expects it. You are to see him on the main-deck at three this

afternoon."

"Molly, how long have we been married?"

"Thirty years, Daniel."

"How old is Kitty?"

"Mother!"

"Twenty-two," answered Mrs. Killigrew relentlessly.

"Well, I was going to say that I've learned more about the Killigrew

family in these four months of travel than in all those years together."

"Something more than ornaments," suggested Kitty dryly.

"Yes, indeed," replied her father amiably.

And when he returned to the boat-deck that afternoon for tea (which, by

the way, he never drank, being a thorough-going coffee merchant), he

said to Kitty: "You win on points. If Webb doesn't pan out, why, we

can discharge him. I'll take a chance at a man who isn't afraid to

look you squarely in the eyes."

At the precise time when Kitty retired and Thomas went aft for his good

night pipe--eleven o'clock at sea and nine in New York--Haggerty found

himself staring across the street at an old-fashioned house. Like the

fisherman who always returns to the spot where he lost the big one, the

detective felt himself drawn toward this particular dwelling. Crawford

did not live there any more; since his marriage he had converted it

into a private museum. It was filled with mummies and cartonnages,

ancient pottery and trinkets.

What a game it had been! A hundred thousand in precious gems, all

neatly packed away in the heels of Crawford's old shoes! And where was

that man Mason? Would he ever return? Oh, well; he, Haggerty, had got

his seven thousand in rewards; he was living now like a nabob up in the

Bronx. He had no real cause to regret Mason's advent or his escape.

Yet, deep in his heart burned the chagrin of defeat: his man had got

away, and half the game (if you're a true hunter) was in putting your

hand on a man's shoulder and telling him to "Come along."




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