"He left that to me but suggested—Christina did—ten thousand dollars."
"Um," said Jerry and set to thinking.
I did some myself. "What did he want with ten thousand dollars if he has Dorothy's diamonds?" I demanded.
Jerry gazed at me and smiled; I could see the glisten of his teeth. "Don't you and the pater keep going down to business, Steve? Pater could buy ten strings like Dot's, if he'd a mind to, of course; but I never saw him refuse a chance to pick up a few thousand more. What're you going to do, Steve?"
"That's what I was down here for, thinking it out."
"Get the money, Steve. Draw it yourself from the bank. He'll have you watched so he'll know whether you have. Then have it; and tell nobody else but go to meet him."
"Alone?"
"I'll be there. Now, don't you see?"
"Yes," I said.
"Then you'll do it?"
"Yes."
"Great! Your hand on it, Steve!"
I gave it and he grabbed me. "Now I've got to go. Hamlet's father's ghost has nothing
