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"Considerate of you."

"Because I know what that sort of laughter is. Could you pick up the old

life, the clubs? Could a strong man like you exist in an atmosphere of

suppressed chuckles? Mull it over. If these treasures were honourably

yours I'd never have thought of touching them. But you haven't any more

right to them than I have, or Eisenfeldt."

Dennison leaned back in his chair. He began to laugh.

"Cunningham, my apologies," he said. "I thought you were a scoundrel, and

you are only a fool--the same brand as I! I've been aching to wring your

neck, but that would have been a pity. For eight months life will be full

of interest for me--like waiting for the end of a story in the magazines."

"But there is one thing missing out of the tale," Jane interposed.

"And what is that?" asked Cunningham.

"Those beads."

"Oh, those beads! They belonged to an empress of France, and the French

Government is offering sixty thousand for their return. Napoleonic. And

now will you answer a question of mine? Where have you hidden them?"

Jane did not answer, but rose and left the dining salon. Silence fell upon

the men until she returned. In her hand she held Ling Foo's brass hand

warmer. She set it on the table and pried back the jigsawed lid. From the

heap of punk and charcoal ashes she rescued the beads and laid them on the

cloth.

"Very clever. They are yours," said Cunningham.

"Mine?"

"Why not? Findings is keepings. They are as much yours as mine."

Jane pushed the string toward Cleigh.

"For me?" he said.

"Yes--for nothing."

"There is sixty thousand dollars in gold in my safe. When we land in San

Francisco I will turn over the money to you. You have every right in the

world to it."

Cleigh blew the ash from the glass beads and circled them in his palm.

"I repeat," she said, "they are yours."

Cunningham stood up.

"Well, what's it to be?"

"I have decided to reserve my decision," answered Cleigh, dryly. "To hang

you 'twixt wind and water will add to the thrill, for evidently that's

what you're after."

"If it's on your own you'll only be wasting coal."

Cleigh toyed with the beads.

"The Haarlem. Maybe I can save you a lot of trouble," said Cunningham.

"The name is only on her freeboard and stern, not on her master's ticket.

The moment we are hull down the old name goes back." Cunningham turned to

Jane. "Do you believe I've put my cards on the table?"