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Updated: June 7, 2025
I shall want to keep awake to-night." "Why?" "Oh, just an idea. You'd better turn in when the interview is over. Good luck." Jane stood framed in the doorway for a moment. Under the reading lamp in the main salon she saw Cleigh. He was running the beads from hand to hand and staring into space. Behind her she heard Dennison's spoon clatter in the cup as he stirred the coffee. Wild horses!
"Lord!" said Cleve, a vast discouragement in his tone. "You lay a course as true and fine as a hair, and run afoul a rotting derelict in the night!" Flint laughed. "Oh, I shan't make any trouble. I'll say my prayers regular until we make shore finally. The agreement was to lay off the Cleigh booze. I brought on board only a couple of quarts, and they'll be gone before we raise the Catwick.
He had stayed in bed until he had heard "Ship ahoy!" "Are you going to start something?" he asked. Cleigh did not answer, but peered through the glass again. "I don't see how you're going to land him without the British. On the other hand, you can't tell. Cunningham might bring the stuff back." Cleigh laughed, but still held the glass to his eye. "When and where are you going to get married?"
There was no sudden sluing of the needle, due to an amateurish device which Cleigh himself had constructed. The son, stooping, was searching the titles of a row of new novels. The width of the salon stretched between the two. "Good morning, everybody!" There was a joyousness in her voice she made not the least attempt to conceal. She was joyous, alive, and she did not care who knew it.
Cleigh was a man who rarely regretted an act, but in the clear light of day he was beginning to have his doubts regarding this one. A mere feather on the wrong side of the scale, and the British destroyers would be atop of him like a flock of kites. Abduction! Cut down to bedrock, he had laid himself open to that. He ran his fingers through his cowlicks.
Jane stared at him astonishedly. All that had been crampedly hidden in his soul flowed into his face, warming and mellowing it, even beautifying it. Cleigh went on: "Where will it go when I have done my little span? What new adventures lie in store for it?
Over the top of the rug was a curtain of waxed sailcloth that could be dropped by the pull of a cord, and it was generally dropped whenever Cleigh made port. It was vaguely known that Cleigh possessed the maharaja's treasure. Millionaire collectors, agents, and famous salesroom auctioneers had heard indirectly; but they kept the information to themselves not from any kindly spirit, however.
"'Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it; if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned!" "Why did you select that?" "I didn't select it; I remembered it because it is true." "You have a very pleasant voice. Go on read." Thus for an hour she read to him, and by the time she grew tired Cleigh was sound asleep.
Cleigh," said the boy, grumpily, as he presented a letter and a small box. "No answer." "Where is the man who sent you?" asked Jane, tremendously excited. "De office pushed me on dis job, miss. Dey said maybe I'd git a good tip if I hustled." Dennison thrust a bill into the boy's hand and shunted him forth into the night again.
You'll rave and storm about for a few days, then you'll accept the game as it lies. Think of all the excitement you'll have when a telegram arrives or the phone rings! I told you it was a whale of a joke; and in late October you'll chuckle. I know you, Cleigh. Down under all that tungsten there is the place of laughter. It will be better to laugh by yourself than to have the world laugh at you.
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