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Since Bothwell might now be back at any time we retired to Blythe's room and learned by heart the torn fragment of directions. This did not take us long for there was nothing on the faded corner but these letters and words: wh 12 Take Forked till Tong of west to Big Rock In the milkman hours we slipped from the hotel and took a car for the Graymount. My rooms were a sight.
It had been his instruction to leave the car there too, no doubt, but my discovery of him drove the little man one block farther. I waited till he got off and waved a hand at him before I walked to the Graymount. For me it had been a very entertaining little adventure, but I am inclined to think he found it embarrassing. The program of my movements which I had given him was accurate enough.
They had decided it was the work of Nifty Jim, a notorious diamond thief at that time honoring San Francisco with his presence. Over a cigar in my rooms Blythe and I talked the matter out. Bothwell had made the first move. Soon he would make another, for of course he would search my place at the Graymount. The question was whether to keep the rooms guarded or to let him have a clear field.
"To find you a man in a gray ulster, medium height, weight, and complexion," I laughed. "I had seen you come from the Graymount once or twice, and by describing you to the landlady he discovered who you were and where you worked," she explained. Her touch of shyness had infected me, too.
"Come in to the Graymount and have dinner with me. Our cafe isn't what it should be, but it will pass at a pinch. What do you say?" He said that I was making game of him. "Not at all," I assured him. "I'm merely trying to lighten the load of honest labor. Well, if you won't, you won't. After dinner I'm going to my rooms to smoke a cigar.
He engaged a room on the fourth floor of the Argonaut, from which he was able to observe the coming and going of the enemy. My work at the office finished, I took a car for the Graymount, followed as usual by one of the detectives that for days had dogged me. My attendant on this occasion was a shrimp of a man with a very wrinkled face and a shock of red hair.
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