The hand with two fingers gone opened a small bag and spread it flat.
“A leftie,” John whispered.
“Gold,” whispered Jimmie as something on the flattened bag gleamed yellow beneath the candle.
“Looks like nuggets,” said John. “How strange.”
The slender, bony hand of the slim man appeared. As the right hand was opened and spread flat on the table there came a flash of light.
“Diamonds,” said John.
Instantly Jimmie thought of the recent diamond robbery.
“John!” he whispered. “What I wouldn’t give for my candid camera and three flash bulbs.”
“You’d get us both shot,” said John.
“Probably,” Jimmie agreed. “But I’ll tell you what! I’ll set a trap here. If they come back again I’ll get them.”