"
I looked at him in amazement.
"But, Craig," I demurred, "that's foolhardy. Have her trailed--
anything--but---"
He shook his head and with a mere motion of his hand brushed aside
my objections as he went to a cabinet across the room.
From one shelf he took out a small metal box and from another a
test tube, placing the test tube in his waistcoat pocket, and the
small box in his coatpocket, with excessive care.
Then he turned and motioned to me to follow him out into the other
room. I did so, stuffing my "gatt" into my pocket.
"Let me introduce my friend, Mr. Jameson," said Craig, presenting
me to the pretty crook.
The introduction quickly over, we three went out to get Craig's
car which he kept at a nearby garage.
. . . . . . . .
That forenoon, Perry Bennett was reading up a case. In the outer
office Milton Schofield, his office boy, was industriously chewing
gum and admiring his feet cocked up on the desk before him.
The door to the waiting room opened and an attractive woman of
perhaps thirty, dressed in extreme mourning, entered with a boy.
Milton cast a glance of scorn at the "little dude." He was in
reality about fourteen years old but was dressed to look much
younger.
Milton took his feet down in deference to the lady, but snickered
openly at the boy.
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