One thing she remembered; her brother had repeatedly cautioned her not to let outsiders examine the model under any plea. To place it, therefore, in a stranger's hands seemed a risk she did not care to assume.
"What's the matter?" asked Corrigan, as Deb still hesitated. "Ain't it all right?"
He was growing uneasy, fearful of being interrupted just at the moment when the prize was almost within his grasp.
"I would rather have my brother come for it himself," said the girl finally.
"He can't come; he's too busy," persisted the intruder.
"It wouldn't take long to get it if he is only a few blocks away."
"Yes, but he doesn't want to leave. He has a chance of selling it to a man for big money, and he's afraid the man may back out if he leaves him."
Deb was sorely perplexed. The man might be speaking the truth, in which case she did not for the world wish Jack to lose the chance of striking a bargain.
"So I'll take it right along at once," continued Corrigan, stepping over to where the model stood.
But, at this instant, a bright idea came into the girl's head. She knew that she could trust Mr. Snitzer, or one of his sons, and was sure that any one of them would do her a favor willingly.