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To Gloria it seemed inevitable that in this quest which overlooked nothing, and which as time wore on grew less frenzied and more systematic, they would find what King had found before them. She tried to think consecutively; she recalled all that King had told her of these men, all that Gratton had hinted at. She recalled with a shudder the look in the moist eyes of Steve Jarrold.
And you, Steve Jarrold, Ben Gaynor isn't here, but just the same you can take it from me that neither you nor any other of Swen Brodie's hangdogs is wanted in Ben Gaynor's house. Out you go." Jarrold's eyes slanted off to Gratton. Then, seeing himself ignored and forgotten, he shrugged his shoulders, pulled on his hat, and went out.
And to Summerling: "I am ready." "But I ain't!" cried Spalding. He got to the door and started down the hall. "Wait a minute, will you?" Gratton hurried after him, his face hot with rage, while Steve Jarrold guffawed loudly and then, under Gloria's startled look, dropped his eyes. "Come back here, Spalding," commanded Gratton angrily. "Whatever you've got to do can wait a minute "
Jarrold before he went that he inferred it. He did not think the matter of sufficient importance to wonder why Stephen, who generally told him everything, had not mentioned this. During their play, Stephen, after pledging him to secrecy, told Leonard of her intention of visiting the crypt, and asked him to help her in it. This was an adventure, and as such commended itself to the schoolboy heart.
Even Jarrold relinquished Gloria's arm, eager to be in at the finding. But he called to her as he went: "You stick where you are. I'm not forgetting you this time." Fascinated, she watched them. They ran like blood-lusting dogs that had briefly lost their quarry, that were seeking everywhere, in every cranny, with slavering jaws.
"Where are you goin' to put it?" demanded Jarrold. "Not hiding it from you and Tony, Steve," cried Brodie sharply. "Put your suspicious ways in your pocket. And, if you're on the jump, you'll have our camp truck moved before we're done. Look alive, will you? A man never knows what's going to happen." "Why not leave it here until we know ?" "For one thing, because Mark King knows this place.
Step out, you lily-livered sneak, and take your medicine." "That's all right," muttered Jarrold. "But it won't hurt to see who they are first, Brodie." "Gratton's got no gun with him," cackled Benny Rudge. "Neither's that other guy. Come ahead, Steve. Me an' you'll pull 'em out." Gloria pressed back against the rock, her flesh quivering. She saw two men and then another two coming toward her.
And yet, as she sat swallowed up in the big chair, for a space of time she was in a spell, caught up and whirled away from those about her; she forgot Gratton with the white, angry face; she had no eyes for Mark King or for Summerling, Steve Jarrold or Jim Spalding. She was thinking of another day, two years ago, when she and her mother had been alone in this room.
You are weary no wonder, There's weight and there's gloom Hanging heavily round In each over full room. Be sure all the trouble Is profit and gain For there's head ache and heart-ache, And fever and pain Hovering round, settling down In the closeness and heat Let the wind sweep right through Till the air's fresh and sweet, Jarrold and Sons.
She saw the flare of one match after the other as they fell to smoking; the smell of strong tobacco came to her. She looked appealingly to Jarrold. He sidled closer, standing between her and the open. "I'll pay you a thousand dollars when I get back to San Francisco," she whispered eagerly. "Ten thousand! If you'll let me go now."
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