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"As far as you see it," I amended. "For instance, you insist on keeping the gang all under Clayte's hat or you did at first. Now you're refusing to believe, as both Worth and I believe, that Steve Skeels is Clayte himself. I should think you'd jump at the idea. Here's your Wonder Man." She leaned back in her chair and laughed.
"I'm ready to have our friend Clayte take his place, with the pyramids and the hanging gardens of Babylon, among the earth's wonders; but you've got to show me." "All right." Worth gave the girl a look that brought something of that wonderful rose flush fluttering back into her cheeks. "I'm betting on her. Go to it, Bobsie let him in on your mathematical logic."
"If Clayte got away by this means yesterday that'll do me." "It might," she nodded, "if you could see it as a fact, without seeing a lot more.
Whipple asked me about my trip south as though it was the most public thing in the world and he knew its every detail, and accepted my reply that I couldn't take one man's pay and report to another, with, "Just so, Mr. Boyne. But your agency is retained regularly, year by year by our bank. And our bank has given over none of its rights I should say duties in regard to the Clayte case.
Understand me, you may be right; I'm not questioning the wisdom of secrecy, though as a lawyer I generally think the sooner you get to the police with a crime the better. You all can see how publicity and a sizable reward offered would give Mr. Boyne a hundred thousand assistants conscious and unconscious to help nab Clayte." "And we'd be a busted bank before you found him," groaned Knapp.
With them, it was Clayte and his gang and his gang was Worth Gilbert. I went and touched Barbara on the shoulder. "I'm going to take you home now." "Yes," tears running down her face as she stumbled to her feet. "I'm a failure. I can't do anything for Worth." I wiped her cheeks with my own handkerchief and led her out.
Has the man you're trying here to describe anything to do with money in large amounts financial affairs of importance?" Again the little girl had unconsciously scored with me. To imagine a rabbit like Clayte, alone, swinging such an enormous job was ridiculous. From the first, my mind had been reaching after the others the big-brained criminals, the planners whose instrument he was.
"No office to-morrow," she sipped the last of her black coffee slowly. "All the rest of the facts there ever will be about Edward Clayte are in that room aren't they?" Her voice was musing; she looked straight ahead of her as she finished softly, "What time do we go?" "Early. Does nine o'clock suit you?" Worth didn't even glance at me as he made this arrangement for us both.
He made a sick effort to square his shoulders; fumbled with his hair to toss it back from its straight-down sleekness, as Clayte, to the pompadoured crest of Vandeman. How often I had seen that gesture, not understanding its significance. Cummings, at my side, drew in a breath, with, "Why damn it! he is Clayte!"
She followed where I led, but I had the irritating impression that she looked on at my movements, and Worth's as well, with the indulgent eye of a grown-up observing children at play. On the roof of the Gold Nugget we picked up the possible trail easily; Clayte hadn't needed to go through the building, or have a confederate staked out in a room here, to make a downward getaway.
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