"Yes, sir," replied Deb, and then realizing that the man might have news for her, she continued quickly: "Did he send you?"
"Yes, Miss. He said I was to get a model that he had here."
This assertion surprised the girl. What in the world could Jack want with his model this time of night?
"Where is my brother?" she asked.
Corrigan was not prepared to answer this question.
"He is--down the street," he stammered.
"Where?"
"Why--down in McGlory's saloon."
This reply was a fatal blunder for Corrigan, who by a little scheme of his own, had proposed to get the model into his possession without any difficulty.
"In McGlory's saloon!" repeated Deb, in amazement. "Why, Jack doesn't drink."