"I have proofs," says Rupert, "absolute proofs."
"Got the regulation old chart, eh," says I, "with the lone tree marked by a dagger?"
No, he didn"t have a chart. He went on to say how the treasure was buried on a certain little island under a mound in the middle of a mangrove swamp. He"d been there. He"d actually helped dig into one corner of the mound. He had four pieces of jewelry that he"d taken out himself; and n.o.body knew how many chests full was left.
"Back up!" says I. "Why didn"t you go on diggin"?"
But he"s right there with a perfectly good alibi. Seems, if he dug up anything valuable and got caught at it, he"d have to whack up a percentage with the owner of the land. Also, the government would holler for a share. So his plan is to keep mum, buy up the island, then charter a big yacht and cruise down there casually, disguised as a tourist. Once at the island, he could let on to break a propeller shaft or something, and sneak ash.o.r.e after the gold and stuff at night when the crew was asleep.
The Cap. explains that to do it right would take more cash than he could raise. Hence his proposition for lettin" in Mr. Robert to finance the expedition. No, he didn"t know Mr. Robert personally, but he"d heard a lot about him in one way or another, and understood he was generally willin" to take a chance.
"Maybe you"re right," says I. "Anyway, he shouldn"t miss hearin" this lovely yarn of yours. You come back with me and I"ll see if I can"t fix it durin" the afternoon. Let"s see, what did you say the name of this island was?"
"I didn"t say," says Rupert. "I can tell you the old Spanish name, however, which no one on the west coast seems to know. It is Nunca Secos Key--meaning the key that is never dry."
"Huh!" says I. "That listens better in Spanish. Better not translate if you want to make a hit."
"I am merely stating the facts as they are," says Rupert.
He"s a serious-minded gink, and all frivolous cracks are lost on him completely. He"s a patient waiter, too. He sticks around for over two hours without gettin" restless, until finally Mr. Robert blows in from the club. First chance I gets, I springs Rupert on him.
"A guy with a great little scheme," says I, winkin". "If you can spare ten minutes he"ll tell you something worth while, so he says."
"Very well," says Mr. Robert. "But ten minutes must be the limit."
Say, it was rich, too, watchin" Mr. Robert"s face as he listens to this weird tale of pirates and buried gold. First off he was tryin" to be polite, and only smiled sarcastic; but when Rupert gets to spreadin" on the romance, Mr. Robert starts drummin" his fingers on the desk and glancin" at his watch.
Right in the midst of the recital, too, Old Hickory drifts out of his private office, and stands waitin" with his ear c.o.c.ked. He has a report or something he wants to ask a question about, and I was lookin"
every minute to see him crash right in. But Rupert is in high gear, and goin" stronger all the while; so Mr. Ellins just stands there and listens. The Cap. had got to the part where he describes this mysterious island with the mound in the middle, when Mr. Robert shrugs his shoulders impatient.
"My good fellow," says he, "whatever gave you the notion I would be interested in such rubbish? Sorry, but your time is up. Torchy, will you show Mr.--er--what"s-his-name to the elevator?"
Which I did as comfortin" as I knew how. Course, he"s feelin" some hurt at bein" choked off so abrupt, but he takes it calm enough.
"Oh, well," says he, "perhaps I can find someone else who will appreciate that this is the opportunity of a lifetime."
"Sure you can," says I. "Broadway"s just lined with willin" ears."
I"d loaded him into an elevator and was strollin" through the waitin"-room, when Old Hickory comes paddin" out as slinky as a man of his weight can.
"Young man," says he, "where is that Captain person?"
"About the tenth floor by now, sir," says I.
"Bring him back," says Mr. Ellins, sharp and snappy. "Through the private entrance. Understand?"
I nods and makes a dive into an upbound car that"s just makin" a stop at the seventeenth. "Hey, Jimmy, reverse her! I"ll square you with the starter. That"s it. Shoot us down."
So, when Rupert steps out on the ground floor, I"m there to take him by the arm and lead him back into the elevator.
"Why--why, what"s the matter now?" he asks.
"Couldn"t say," says I. "Only you"re wanted again. It"s the Big Boss this time--Old Hickory Ellins himself. And lemme put you hep to this, Cap"n; if that"s a phony tale you"re peddlin", don"t try it on him."
"But it"s all true--every word of it," insists Rupert.
"Even so," says I, "I wouldn"t chance it on with Old Hickory. He"s a hard-headed old plute, and that romance dope is likely to make him froth at the mouth. If he starts in givin" you the third degree, or anything like that, you"d better close up like a clam. Here we are, and for the love of Pete draw it mild."
You see, I hadn"t minded pa.s.sin" on a freak to Mr. Robert, for he often gets a laugh out of "em. But Mr. Ellins is different. The site of his b.u.mp of humor is a dimple at the base of his skull, and if he traces up the fact that I"m the one who turned Rupert and his pirate yarn loose in the general offices my standin" as a discriminating private sec. is goin" to get a sad jolt.
So when Cap"n Killam has been in on the carpet near an hour, with no signs of his either havin" been let out or fired through a window, I begins to get nervous. Once Mr. Robert starts to go into Old Hickory"s sanctum; but he finds the door locked, and shortly after that he shuts his roll-top and leaves for the day.
It"s near closin" time when Old Hickory opens the door an inch or two, throws a scouty glance around, and beckons me mysterious to come in.
Rupert is still there and still alive. In fact, he"s chokin" over one of Mr. Ellins" fat black cigars, but otherwise lookin" fairly satisfied with himself.
"Young man," says Old Hickory, "I understand that you have heard some of Captain Killam"s story."
"Eh?" says I, careless like. "Oh, yes; I believe he did feed a little of that tale to me, but--"
"You will kindly forget to mention it about the office," he cuts in.
"Yes, sir," says I. "That"ll be the easiest thing I do. At the time it sounded mighty--"
"Never mind how it sounded to you," says he. "Your enthusiasms are easily aroused. Mine kindle somewhat more slowly, but when-- Well, no need to discuss that, either. What I want you to do is to take Captain Killam to some quiet little hotel--the Tillington, for instance--and engage a comfortable room for him; a room and bath, perhaps."
"Ye-es, sir," I gasps out.
"In the morning," he goes on, "you will call for the Captain about nine o"clock. If he has with him at that time certain odd pieces of antique jewelry, you may report over the "phone to me and I will tell you what to do next."
I expect I was gawpin" some, and starin" from one to the other of "em, for Mr. Ellins scowls and clears his throat menacin".
"Well?" he growls.
"I was just lettin" it sink in, sir," says I.
"Humph!" he snorts. "If it will help the process any, I may say that I am considering the possibility of going on a cruise South with Captain Killam--for my health."
At which Old Hickory drops his left eyelid and indulges in what pa.s.ses with him for a chuckle.
That"s my cue to grin knowin", after which I gets my hat and starts off with Rupert. We"d only got into the corridor when Old Hickory calls me hack, wavin" a twenty.
"Pay for two days in advance," says he, and then adds in a whisper: "Keep close track of him. See that he doesn"t get away, or talk too much."
"Yes, sir," says I. "Gag and bind, if necessary."
But there don"t seem to be much need of even warnin" Rupert. He hardly opens his mouth on the way up to the hotel, but trails along silent, his eyes fixed starey, like he was thinkin" deep.
"Well," says I, after a bell-hop had shown us into one of the Tillington"s air-shaft rooms and gone for ten cents" worth of ice water, "it looks like you had the Big Boss almost buffaloed with that pirate tale of yours."