"Supposing I had come to you and you had advanced the money?" said

Cunningham, earnestly. "All cut and dried, not a thrill, not a laugh,

nothing but the pearls! I have never had a boyhood dream realized but,

hang it, I'm going to realize this one!" He struck the table violently.

"Set the British after me, and you'll never see this stuff again. You'll

learn whether my word is worth anything or not. Lay off for eight months,

and if your treasures are not yours again within that time you won't have

to chase me. I'll come to you and have the tooth pulled without gas."

Dennison's eyes softened a little. Neither had he realized any of his

boyhood dreams. For all that, the fellow was as mad as a hatter.

"Of course I'm a colossal ass, and half the fun is knowing that I am." The

banter returned to Cunningham's tongue. "But this thing will go

through--I feel it. I will have had my fun, and you will have loaned your

treasures to me for eight months, and Eisenfeldt will have his principal

back without interest. The treasures go directly to a bank vault. There

will be two receipts, one dated September--mine; and one dated

November--Eisenfeldt's. I hate Eisenfeldt. He's tricky; his word isn't

worth a puff of smoke; he's ready at all times to play both ends from the

middle. I want to pay him out for crossing my path in several affairs.

He's betting that I will find no pearls. So to-morrow I will exhibit the

rug and the Da Vinci to convince him, and he will advance the cash. Can't

you see the sport of it?"

"That would make very good reading," said Cleigh, scraping the shell of

his avocado pear. "I can get you on piracy."

"Prove it! You can say I stole the yacht, but you can't prove it. The crew

is yours; you hired it. The yacht returns to you to-morrow without a

scratch on her paint. And the new crew will know absolutely nothing, being

as innocent as newborn babes. Cleigh, you're no fool. What earthly chance

have you got? You love that rug. You're not going to risk losing it

positively, merely to satisfy a thirst for vengeance. You're human. You'll

rave and storm about for a few days, then you'll accept the game as it

lies. Think of all the excitement you'll have when a telegram arrives or

the phone rings! I told you it was a whale of a joke; and in late October

you'll chuckle. I know you, Cleigh. Down under all that tungsten there is

the place of laughter. It will be better to laugh by yourself than to have

the world laugh at you. Hoist by his own petard! There isn't a newspaper

syndicate on earth that wouldn't give me a fortune for just the yarn. Now,

I don't want the world to laugh at you, Cleigh."




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