"I made no mistake when I christened that boy Christopher Mark Antony Burton, fourth," announced he, as if every whit of responsibility for the boy"s good judgment were traceable to his name. "He has the stuff in him--has had since babyhood."
But Mr. Inspector did not wholly agree.
"You"ve got to do more than have good blood in your veins," he a.s.serted, with a hint of scorn. "The young one used his brains, he did, and used "em quick without thanks to his ancestors. Had he loitered about and depended on his great-grandfather, Stuart would have got away."
There was a general laugh, in which even Mr. Burton, chagrined though he was, joined.
Afterward the two police officers, Christopher, his father, Mr.
Rhinehart, and Hollings rolled away to headquarters to identify the captured diamond thief.
CHAPTER IX
CHRISTOPHER RECOGNIZES AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE
Yes, it was Stuart! There could be no possible doubt about that; nor, indeed, did the culprit attempt to deny his ident.i.ty. Perhaps he realized that to do so would be futile. There he was in his wig, whiskers, gla.s.ses, ulster, and slouch hat; and the next moment, presto, valeted by Mr. Inspector, there he was in his fur coat--the elegant gentleman who had invaded Burton and Norcross" jewelry store!
Hollings recognized him in a twinkling and without a shade of hesitation singled him out from twelve other men; so, also, did Mr. Rhinehart and Christopher.
Poor Stuart! He was too genuine a sport to whine when he saw the game was up. On the contrary he a.s.sumed a good-natured, almost humorous stoicism, as if his capture were nothing more than a feature of the day"s work. Only one fact regarding it did he appear to resent and that was that a person wary as himself should have been tracked down and trapped by a mere boy. Incontestably this wounded his pride.
Nevertheless he tried valiantly to conceal his chagrin, maintaining throughout the ordeal of identification his jaunty pose and saluting Christopher, whom he instantly remembered having seen on the car, with a mocking bow and a smile of admiration.
"It was a neat trick you played me, youngster," announced he, as the lad approached. "They will be annexing you to the staff here if you don"t look out."
"I had to do it, you know," Christopher answered, half apologizing for the double-faced role he had played. "I"m not usually a squealer--honest, I"m not. But the diamonds belonged to my father, and I saw you take them."
"Of course, sonny, of course. I"m not kicking--it was a fair game," the big fellow returned without a shadow of anger. "So you saw me take them, did you? Why didn"t you sing out at the time?"
"It all happened so quickly that I could hardly trust my eyes," was the response. "Besides, you looked so much like a gentleman that I couldn"t believe you were just a--a--"
"Thief," cut in Stuart sharply, supplying the word at which the boy had halted. Nevertheless despite the glibness with which he uttered it, he cringed and a flood of telltale color rose to his hair. It was the first time he had exhibited the slightest feeling.
Uncomfortably Christopher nodded.
"Well, that"s what I am, you see," continued the man who had now regained his former debonnaire manner, "so the next time look out and don"t be taken in. There are gentlemen who are thieves, sonny, and then again there are thieves who are gentlemen--at least I hope so."
So unruffled was his temper, so brave the front he put on the inevitable, that as Christopher saw him led away between two guards a momentary pang of regret pa.s.sed over him. If Stuart had only happened to have turned his talents to some profession besides diamond stealing, what a delightful acquaintance he might have proved.
But the next instant Corrigan, the head inspector, broke in on this reverie, and his words banished further repining:
"The scoundrel won"t open his lips," declared he to Mr. Burton. "What he"s done with those diamonds we can"t find out. He"s mum as an oyster.
I hoped we might tempt him into making a clean breast of the matter--but not he! He"s too hardened a chap for repentance, I reckon."
"His pal, Tony, may have them."
"No doubt," acquiesced the chief. "The two probably have a cache where they stow their loot."
"I wish we could find it."
"So do I, with all my heart. We may, too, if we succeed in running down the other chap," Corrigan returned. "I shan"t give up hope with Mr.
Christopher on the job."
"I fancy my son isn"t going into the business of tracking down criminals permanently," Burton, Senior, retorted a bit stiffly.
"Like enough not," came tartly from Corrigan.
"Still, he can keep his peepers open, eh, youngster?"
He smiled down upon Christopher from beneath his s.h.a.ggy brows, and Christopher smiled back. There was something very likeable about Corrigan.
"I"ll look alive," grinned the boy. "Only of course you know this kill was just a fluke."
The modest words evidently pleased the inspector.
"That"s all right," said he. "You may make another. Who knows?"
He patted the lad"s shoulder encouragingly and in friendly fashion added:
"n.o.body bags a diamond robber every day."
They went out--Mr. Burton, his son, and the two clerks.
"We may as well go to luncheon now," announced Christopher"s father, when the men had left them. "Where shall we go? We"ll have a real celebration in honor of Stuart"s capture."
"Poor Stuart!" murmured the lad.
"Mercy on us! Surely you are not regretting that you landed him in jail."
"No-o. Still, I"m sorry for him."
"Of course. We"re always sorry to see a person of his ability go wrong.
But he has only himself to thank for his fate. He might have known at the outset where he would bring up. They all are trapped sooner or later."
"I suppose so."
"Come, come, son! Don"t go wasting any romantic sympathy on Stuart--or whatever his name is. He wouldn"t appreciate it. Why, he would rob us again to-morrow if he got the chance," the head of the firm a.s.serted harshly.
"Probably he would."
"You know he would."
"Y-es. But he was such a good sport."
"He knew there was nothing to be gained by whining and making himself disagreeable."
Nevertheless, in spite of his father"s arguments, Christopher could not entirely put the unlucky Stuart out of his mind. Nor did the fried scallops, grilled sweet potatoes, and salad which his father ordered for him wholly blot out a lurking depression or the haunting memory of the criminal"s face. It took two chocolate ice creams and an ample square of fudge cake to dispel his gloom and bring his spirits back to their accustomed cheerfulness.