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"The other day you spoke of making a new will." Cleigh stared at her. "Will you leave these objects to the legal owners?" Cleigh got up, brushing his knees. "After I am dead? I never thought of that. After I'm dead," he repeated. "Child, a conscience like yours is top-heavy. Still, I'll mull it over. I can't take 'em to the grave with me, that's a fact.
Their argument was that old man Cleigh wouldn't miss a few bottles, and that it would be a long time between drinks when they returned to the States; and never might they again have so easy a chance to taste the juice of the champagne grape. Where was the harm? Hadn't they behaved like little Fauntleroys for weeks?
The original, the dream; nothing else satisfies the true collector." "I didn't know," said Jane, "that you had so much romance in you." "Romance?" It was almost a bark. "Why, certainly. No human being could love beauty the way you do and not be romantic." "Romantic!" Cleigh leaned back in his chair. "That's a new point of view for Tungsten Cleigh.
"To be sure it is," agreed the rogue. "Look upon me as a supercargo for the next ten days. You'll see me only at lunch and dinner. I've a lot of work to do in the chart house. By the way, the wireless man is mine, Cleigh, so don't waste any time on him. Hope you're a good sailor, Miss Norman, for we are heading into rough weather, and we haven't much beam." "I love the sea!"
Been listenin' to her readin'. Gee, you'd think we were floatin' round this codfish lake just for the fun of it! She won't run to cover if a bust-up comes. None whatever! And I bet she can cook, too. Them kind can always cook." Conversation lapsed. Below, Jane was passing through an unusual experience. Said Cleigh at the start: "I'm going to show you the paintings there are fourteen in all.
Equally contrary to reason was the picture of herself and Cunningham sitting before a wood fire. What was the matter with Jane Norman? There was one bar of light piercing the fog. She knew now why she had permitted Cleigh to abduct her. To bring about a reconciliation between father and son. And apparently there was as much chance as of east meeting west.
Cleigh laughed amusedly. "How would you go about to steal a yacht like this?" "That's telling. Now I've got to get back to town. My advice for you is to come in to-morrow and put up at the Astor, where I can get in touch with you easily." "Agreed. That's all, Dodge." The Texan departed, and Cunningham burst into laughter again. "You're an interesting man, Cleigh.
But no man can play this sort of game with me, and show a clean pair of heels. The rug and the paintings are gone for good. I swore to him that I would have his hide, and have it I will! I never break my word." "Denny," said Jane, "for my sake you will not touch the wireless." "I'm giving the orders!" roared Cleigh. "Wait a moment!" said Jane. "You spoke of your word.
Cleigh, boiling with impotent fury, had gone to bed, not to sleep but to plan; some way round the rogue, to trip him and regain the treasures that meant so much to him. Like father, like son. When he saw what was going on in the passage he saw also that here was something that linked up with his mood.
There was something in his voice, aside from the genuine seriousness, that subdued her. "I'll go to bed. Shall we have breakfast together?" "Better that way." To reach the port passage they had to come out into the main salon. Cleigh was in his corner reading. "Good-night," she called. All her bitterness toward him was gone. "And don't worry about me."
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