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Burke rose, prepared to take his leave, but the Tracer was apparently busy with the combination lock of a safe, and the young man lingered a moment to make his adieus. As he stood waiting for the Tracer to turn around he studied the writing on the sheet of paper which he held toward the light: Joram Smiles, no profession, 613 West 24th Street. Emanuel Gandon, no profession, same address.
Keen waited a moment; then, smiling quietly to himself, he wrote down the present addresses of Joram Smiles and Emanuel Gandon, and, tearing off the leaf, handed it to the younger man, saying: "I omit the pistol range, Mr. Burke." "I am very grateful to you," said Burke. "The efficiency of your system is too famous for me to venture to praise it.
Smiles or converting Mr. Gandon into nitrates." "If it is a matter where one man can help another," the Tracer added simply, "it would give me pleasure to place my resources at your command without recompense " "Mr. Keen!" said Burke, astonished. "Yes?" "You are very amiable; I had not wished had not expected anything except professional interest from you." "Why not? I like you, Mr. Burke."
On the fifteenth day of March, 1906, Mr. Keen, Tracer of Lost Persons, received the following cablegram from Alexandria, Egypt: "Keen, Tracer, New York: Locate Joram Smiles, forty, stout, lame, red hair, ragged red mustache, cast in left eye, pallid skin; carries one crutch; supposed to have arrived in America per S. S. Scythian Queen, with man known as Emanuel Gandon, swarthy, short, fat, light bluish eyes, Eurasian type.
They hesitated for a week, trying by every artifice to see the treasure, but I never let them out of my sight. "Then one day two white men came into camp; and with them came a government escort to arrest me for looting an Egyptian tomb. The white men were Joram Smiles and that Eurasian, Emanuel Gandon, who was partly white, I suppose. I didn't comprehend what they were up to at first.
"Besides, in a matter of this sort, a man cannot decently consider expense." "A matter of what sort?" asked the Tracer blandly. "Of this sort." "Oh! Yet even now I do not understand. You must remember, Mr. Burke, that you have not told me anything concerning the reasons for your quest of these two men, Joram Smiles and Emanuel Gandon.
It gave us time to act on your cable; we found these men aboard when she was signaled off the Hook. I went out with the pilot myself, Mr. Burke." Smiles shot a wicked look at Burke; Gandon scowled at the floor. "Now," said the Tracer pleasantly, meeting the venomous glare of Smiles, "I'll get you that warrant you have been demanding to have exhibited to you.
The quiet, monotonous voice of the Tracer halted, then, as he glanced at the second prisoner, grew harder: "Emanuel Gandon, general international criminal, with over half a hundred aliases, arrested in company with Smiles and held until Mr. Burke's arrival." Turning to Burke, the Tracer continued: "Fortunately, the Scythian Queen broke down off Brindisi.
Here it is charging you and your amiable friend Gandon with breaking into and robbing the Metropolitan Museum of ancient Egyptian gold ornaments, in March, 1903, and taking them to France, where they were sold to collectors. It seems that you found the business good enough to go prowling about Egypt on a hunt for something to sell here.
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