"I
never saw anybody get away with a hard job as easily as he did that one.
You could see with half an eye that those fellows meant fight. They were
all primed for it--and he bluffed them out."
"Bluffed them--huh! If that's what you call bluffing. I was where I
could see just what happened. Colby Macdonald wasn't even looking at
Trelawney, but you bet he saw him start. That suitcase traveled like
a streak of light. You'd 'a' thought it weighed about two pounds. That
ain't all either. Mac used his brains. Guess what was in that grip."
"The usual thing, I suppose."
"You've got another guess--packed in among his socks and underwear was
about twenty pounds of ore samples. The purser told me. It was that
quartz put Trelawney to sleep so thorough that he'd just begun to wake
up when I passed a minute ago."
The young man turned his eyes again upon the big Canadian Scotchman.
He was talking with Mrs. Mallory, who was leaning back luxuriously
in a steamer chair she had brought aboard at St. Michael's. It would
have been hard to conceive a contrast greater than the one between
this pampered heiress of the ages and the modern business berserk who
looked down into her mocking eyes.
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