“Let me be the judge of that. Keep it, and I only hope it gives you as much pleasure to receive it as it does me to give it.”
“Gee Christopher!” murmured Bob, surveying the crisp bill. “Fifty dollars! Why, I never had so much money in my life before.”
Mrs. Varley laughed outright.
“Well, let us hope you’ll have a great deal more than that before you are much older. What is your name?”
Bob told her, and quite a conversation ensued, broken by the entrance of Fitt, who was still highly excited.
It was nearly half an hour later before Bob left the half-way house. Mrs. Varley shook hands with him, and wished him luck, and he said he hoped she would get back her diamond and ruby cross.
“If I ever meet that man again I’ll get it for you, or know the reason why,” he added.
Frank Landes was surprised to learn what had kept Bob at the hotel so long.
He listened attentively to the youth’s story.
“Did that slim man have a slight limp when he ran?” he asked.