Part 35 (2/2)

”So will I, if it suits me,” she declared. ”Come, let me see it.”

The old man saw the new bills in her hands,

He stepped toward the door of another room, but he put up his hand to warn her not to follow.

”I will bring it,” he said in such grave tones that Clip wanted to laugh--surely this was a Shylock.

While he was within the room Cora whispered to Clip, and when the old man came out Clip was gone.

He had between his hands a small, very narrow table, like the old-time card table, with gla.s.s k.n.o.b at either end, and on the long drop leaves were inlaid an anchor and crossed oars.

”That is just the size,” declared Cora, while she trembled so she feared the man would detect her agitation. Then she looked it over, and under she was seeking for a hidden drawer.

”Are there drawers in it?” she asked.

”Oh, my, but yes. That is why it is worth so much. The drawers cannot all be found. It is like a safe--”

Cora was sure this was the long-lost table. Oh, if she could only induce the man to let her take it.

The price, she was positive, was far beyond that offered by the other customer, but that did not matter.

”You had better let me have this,” she said. ”I will take it right along and save express. Then make one for the other party, if he ever comes back.”

The shopkeeper shrugged his shoulders--if he only would talk, thought Cora.

Cora counted out fifty dollars. The man watched her greedily. It was twenty-five dollars more than he had bargained to sell the table for.

Why should he lose so much?

”May I have it?” pressed Cora.

”Well, I never before did that but he should have left a deposit,” said the man.

Quicker than the girl dreamed she could do it, Cora paid the man, actually grabbed the table herself and ran out of the shop with it and thrust it into the front of the Whirlwind among the flowers, cranked up her car and darted off.

Her face was so white that she frightened Gertrude. ”Don't ask any questions, dear,” she said to the latter. ”I must meet Clip. She has gone for a detective.”

Just around the corner came Clip, and with her an officer in plain clothes. Cora swung in to the curb.

”I have it! I have it!” she exclaimed to Clip. ”Is this the officer?”

she asked. ”And have you told him the book was stolen?”

”Oh, don't worry about the details, miss,” replied the officer. ”We have that thing to do every day. These fellows take anything they can get, and that being the book of a cripple, I will take chances on getting it. You may be asked to explain fully, later.”

”Oh, thank you so much!” cried Cora, almost overcome. ”To think we may bring both the table and the book home to Wren!”

What followed seemed like a dream to Cora. Of course she knew that it was Rob Roland who had ordered the table and Sid Wilc.o.x who had returned the book. As the Whirlwind pa.s.sed the little hotel on the road to Chelton Cora actually brushed against Rob Roland's car--and she had the table hidden amid the flowers in the Whirlwind!

In Clip's hands was grasped the promise book--Wren should have both.

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