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Her reply, waiting at San Diego for me, a delicious little note that somehow lightened the bitterness of my disappointment over Skeels, told me that she had seen Worth at the funeral, almost a week ago now, but only for a minute; that she had supposed he had joined me on the Skeels chase; and she would now try to hunt him up and deliver my report.
"I'm not in this, of course, except that your kindness allowed me to be for this day only. But if I were, I shouldn't be following Skeels as you are. I'd still be after Clayte." "It foots up to the same thing," I said rather tartly. "Oh, does it?" she laughed at me. "Two and two are making about three and a half this afternoon, are they?"
"Well, Jerry, old socks," Worth hailed my news as I followed out to his car where he was starting for San Francisco, and going to drop me at the Capehart garage, "Some luck! If Skeels is in jail at Tiajuana, and what I'm after to-day turns out right, we may have both ends of the string."
"Or rather, put it in plain American, so we all can understand." "Mr. Boyne knows what I mean." Barbara gave me a faint smile. "Mr. Boyne and I add up Skeels and Clayte, and get a different result. That's all." "Bobs doesn't think that Skeels is Clayte, caught or uncaught," Worth said briefly and went on eating his dinner. Apparently he didn't give a hang which way the fact turned out to be.
If I could notice things as you do fame and fortune for me!" I thought the matter over for a minute. "That lodger on the top floor, Steve Skeels," I debated. "A poor bet. Yet after all, he might have been a member of the gang, though somehow I don't get the hunch " "What sort of looking person was this man Skeels?" she asked. "Quiet fellow. Dressed like a church deacon.
The prosecutor thereupon demanded the production of this letter from the alleged Skeels, and Browne was compelled to state that he had immediately destroyed it on its receipt.
That Skeels trail kept me to it, with my tongue hanging out; again and again I seemed to have him; every time I missed him by an hour or so; and that convinced me that he was straining every nerve, and that he probably had the whole of the loot still with him. At last, I seemed to have him in a perfect trap Ensenada, on the Peninsula.
Worth hailed it with, "Skeels lurks in the jungle! Life still holds a grain of interest." "Why the devil couldn't you keep me advised of your movements?" I demanded. "Dykeman's hounds," he grinned. "Had them guessing. They'd have picked me up if I'd gone to your office." "You could have written or wired. They've picked you up anyway," I grunted. "One's on the job now. Saw him as I came in." "Eh?
I went on past her unconscious back, left her working at her loose-leaf ledgers, beside her adding machine, my mind a whirl of ugly conjecture. Dykeman's employee; that would instantly and very painfully clear up a score of perplexing questions. Dykeman would need no detectives on my trail to tell him of my lack of success in the Skeels chase. Lord!
Has Murray got in touch with Foster?" "Not yet. Young and Stroud are outside." "Send them to bring in Steve Skeels," I ordered. "Description on the telegram there. Any word, Worth?" "Nothing yet." Worth was calling one after another of the taxi offices. Little Pete came in with a tray. "All right, Worth," I said. "Turn that job over to Roberts. Here's where we eat."
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