“You have to try and try again. First you get a cross fox, half red and half silver. You keep the ones that are most silver and raise more and more foxes. That’s what my big friend, Harm Stark, did. And in the end, when he and his brothers were nearly broke, they began getting real silver foxes. And now they raise thousands every year. He just sold their prime skins for a half million. He’s promised to show them to me. He wants us to come to dinner with him at the Morrison. He’ll give you the whole story. Won’t that be grand!”
“It sure will,” John beamed. “But where do you come in?”
“I get in on the dinner,” Jimmie grinned broadly.
“A half million in silver fox skins,” John mused. “What a haul for some big-time crook!
“Jimmie!” he exclaimed, “have another cup of chocolate.”
CHAPTER VII
BIG TIMERS STAGE A REHEARSAL
“What’s that you were saying about wanting a camera with a telescopic lens?” Scottie asked Jimmie next morning.
“Said I’d give anything I own for a telescopic lens to fit my candid camera,” Jimmie replied.
“Oh! That’s it,” Scottie exclaimed. “Then your possessions are safe enough. They don’t make a telescopic lens for a toy camera. Not yet.”
“It’s no toy,” Jimmie protested. “Remember that enlargement you made for me?”