CHAPTER VIII
Uncle Charlie Spins a Yarn
“Make yourself comfortable, Biff,” Uncle Charlie invited, when they were back in his room at the Del Mar. “You must be tired. Night flight, exciting morning. Get much sleep on the plane?”
“Few hours. I think that food made me sleepier than anything, though. Boy, am I glad to get this coat off! Too tight for my taste.”
Biff took off Derek’s coat, which he had been wearing, and tossed it toward a chair. As the coat landed, a small white box fell out of the pocket. Uncle Charlie pounced on it like a hungry cat on a mouse.
“What is it, Uncle Charlie?” Biff asked.
Charlie had taken the lid off the box and was inspecting the object in it with a triumphant smile on his face.
“What luck! I think this will clinch our case against Dietz and Company. And at the same time, I can see now why Derek might be very suspicious of both of us.”
Uncle Charlie put the lid back on the box and replaced it in Derek’s coat.
“You still haven’t told me what it is,” Biff said.
“Give me time. And when I do, a lot of things will become clear.”