Short Stories
"He hit the high places right away for Bujannoff's house,"
Matt explained. "Go on an' read."
"Was to have sailed last night at ten on the Sajoda for the
South Seas--steamship delayed by extra freight—"
"That's why we caught 'm in bed," Matt interrupted. "It
was just luck—like pickin' a fifty-to-one winner."
"Sajoda sailed at six this mornin'—"
He didn't catch her," Matt said. "I saw his alarm-clock was
set at five. That'd given 'm plenty of time . . . only I come along
an' put the kibosh on his time. Go on."
"Adolph Metzner in despair—the famous Haythorne pearl
necklace—magnificently assorted pearls—valued by experts at
from fifty to seventy thousan' dollars."
Jim broke off to swear vilely and solemnly, concluding
with, "Those oyster-eggs worth all that money!"
He licked his lips and added, "They was beauties an' no
mistake."
"Big Brazilian gem," he read on. "Eighty thousan' dollars—
many valuable gems of the first water—several thousan' small
diamonds well worth forty thousan'."
"What you don't know about jools is worth knowin','' Matt
smiled good-humoredly.
"Theory of the sleuths," Jim read. "Thieves must have
known—cleverly kept watch on Bujannoff's actions—must
have learned his plan and trailed him to his house with the
fruits of his robbery—"
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