"Oh, yes, he does--once in a while," replied Corrigan, glibly.
"You're mistaken!" returned Deb, sharply. "What does he want the model for?"
She was growing a trifle suspicious. The article in question was valuable, and just now doubly so.
"I don't know what he's going to do with it. Got it handy?"
Involuntarily Deb glanced over to where the model stood covered with a cloth. She regretted the action an instant after, for Corrigan's eyes watched her closely.
"How far is that saloon from here?" she asked.
"Only a few blocks."
"Queer he didn't come for it himself."
"He was too busy. He asked me to go for him, and sent this paper as an order. He said you'd know all about it," replied Corrigan, and he handed out the agreement he had stolen from Jack.
Deb recognized the paper at once. Jack must certainly have given it to the man, and yet, for a reason she could not explain, she felt that all was not right.