Part 21 (1/2)

Directly the loss of those pearls is discovered, we shall have those detectives after us in a minute. Didn't you know they had been watching us?”

An involuntary chuckle escaped Spike.

”'Scuse me, Mr. Chames, but dat's funny about dem sleut's. Listen.

Dey's bin an' arrest each other.”

”What!”

”Dat's right. Dey had a sc.r.a.p in de dark, each finking de odder was after de jools, an' not knowin' dey was bote sleut's, an' now one of dem's bin an' taken de odder off, an' locked him in de cellar.”

”What on earth do you mean?”

Spike giggled at the recollection.

”Listen, Mr. Chames, it's dis way. I'm in de dressin' room, chasin'

around wit' dis lantern here for de jool box”--he produced from his other pocket a small bicycle lamp--”and just as I gets a line on it, gee! I hears a footstep comin' down de pa.s.sage straight for de door.

Was to de bad? Dat's right. Gee, I says to m'self, here's one of de sleut' guys what's bin an' got wise to me, and he's comin' in to put de grip on me. So I gets up, an' I blows out de lantern, and I stands dere in de dark, waitin' for him to come in. And den I'm going to get busy before he can see who I am, and jolt him one on de point, and den, while he's down and out, chase meself for de soivants' hall.”

”Yes?” said Jimmy.

”Well, dis guy, he gets to de door, and opens it, and I'm just goin'

to b.u.t.t in, when dere suddenly jumps out from de room on de odder side de pa.s.sage anodder guy, and gets de rapid strangleholt on dis foist mug. Say, wouldn't dat make you wonder was you on your feet or your coco?”

”Go on. What happened, then?”

”Dey begins to sc.r.a.p good and hard in de dark. Dey couldn't see me, and I couldn't see dem, but I could hear dem b.u.mpin' about an'

sluggin' each odder, all right, all right. And by an' by one of dem puts de odder to de bad, so dat he goes down and takes de count; an'

den I hears a click. And I know what dat is. One of de guys has put de irons on de odder guy. Den I hears him strike a light--I'd turned de switch what lights up de pa.s.sage before I got into de room--and den he says, 'Ah', he says, 'got youse, have I? Not the boid I expected, but you'll do.' I knew his voice. It was dat mug what calls himself Galer.”

”I suppose I'm the bird he expected,” said Jimmy. ”Well?”

”De odder mug was too busy catchin' up wit' his breat' to shoot it back swift, but after he's bin doin' de deep breathin' stunt for a while, he says, 'You mutt', he says, 'youse to de bad. You've made a break, you have.' He put it different, but dat's what he meant. Den he says that he's a sleut', too. Does de Galer mug give him de glad eye?

Not on your life. He says dat dat's de woist tale that's ever bin handed to him. De odder mug says, 'I'm Sir Tummas' vally', he says.

'Aw, cut it out', says Galer. 'Sure youse ain't Sir Tummas himself?'

'Show me to him', says de foist guy, 'den you'll see.' 'Not on your life', says Galer. 'What! b.u.t.t in among de swells what's enjoyin'

themselves and spoil deir evenin' by showin' dem a face like yours? To de woods! It's youse for de coal cellar, me man, and we'll see what youse has got to say afterward. G'wan!' And off dey went. And I lit me lantern again, got de jools, and chased meself here.”

Jimmy stretched out his hand.

”All very exciting,” he said. ”And now you'll just hand me those pearls, and I'll seize the opportunity while the coast is clear to put them back where they belong.”

Only for a moment did Spike hesitate. Then he pulled out the jewels, and placed them in Jimmy's hand. Mr. Chames was Mr. Chames, and what he said went. But his demeanor was tragic, telling eloquently of hopes blighted.

Jimmy took the necklace with a thrill. He was an expert in jewels, and a fine gem affected him much as a fine picture affects the artistic.