the sort. Come out into the cooler, and we'll have a peg.
It won't hurt either of us, after all this racket."

* * * * * *

Half after nine. Crawford laid down his cue. From his pocket he took
a bottle and gravely handed it to Haggerty.

"Smell of the cork, carefully," Crawford advised.

Haggerty did so. "Th' stuff they put th' maharajah t' sleep with!"

Then Forbes emptied his pockets.

"Th' emeralds!" shouted Haggerty.

Suddenly he stiffened. "I'm wise. I know. It's your man Mason, an'
you've bunked me int' letting him have all this time for his get-away!"

CHAPTER XXV

"That is true, Haggerty. I had a debt to pay." Crawford spun a
billiard ball down the table.

"Mr. Crawford, I'm going t' show you that I'm a good sport. You've
challenged me. All right. I want that man, an' by th' Lord Harry, I'm
going t' get him. I'm going t' put my hand on his shoulder an' say
'Come along!' Cash ain't everything, even in my business. I want t'
show it's th' game, too. I don't want money in my pockets for winking
my eye."

"You'll have hard work."

"How?"

"He has burned the pads of his fingers and thumbs," blurted out Forbes.

Crawford made an angry gesture.

A Homeric laugh from Haggerty. "I don't want his fingers now; this
bottle an' these emeralds are enough for me." He stuffed the jewels
away. "Where's th' phone?"

"In the hall, under the stairs."

"Good night."

The nights of Poe and the grim realities of Balzac would not serve to
describe that chase. The magnificent vitality of that man Haggerty yet
fills me with wonder. He borrowed a roadster from Killigrew's garage,
and hummed away toward New York. On the way he laid his plans of
battle, winnowed the chaff from the grain. He understood the necessity
of thinking and acting quickly. A sporting proposition, that was it.
He wanted just then not so much the criminal as the joy of finding him
against odds and laying his hand on his shoulder: just to show them all
that he wasn't a has-been.

His telephone message had thrown a cordon of argus-eyed men around New
York. Now, then, what would he, Haggerty, do if he were in Mason's
shoes? Make for railroads or boats; for Mason did not belong to New
York's underworld, and he would therefore find no haven in the city.
Boat or train, then; and of the two, the boat would offer the better
security. Once on board, Mason would find it easy to lose his
identity