"Consider it done," said Jasher, nodding. "I'll engage to get at the truth. Five hundred pounds is worth earning."
"Are you satisfied?" asked Calvert, turning to Bocaros.
The professor, strangely enough, seeing that his errand had not been in vain, looked rather disappointed. "Yes," he replied hesitatingly; "it is good of you. I am very pleased." He rose. "Now we will go."
"No," said Arnold, touching him on the breast, sit down. "As I pay the piper, I call the tune. Mr. Jasher has passed from your employment into mine. I should like to know"--he turned to Jasher--"what you have discovered so far."
"Nothing easier," said Jasher, again opening his little book. "I have learned details from the papers, from observation, from Professor Bocaros, and from Mr. Tracey."
"Tracey!" said Calvert, starting. "I remember. He was the American whose car was stolen."
"You know him better than that, Mr. Calvert," burst in the professor. "He is engaged to Miss Baldwin, the great friend of the young lady whom you are to marry."
Arnold turned on the Greek sharply. "How do you know that?"
"I live in a house near Mrs. Baldwin. She is my landlady. I know Tracey and Miss Baldwin. I have met Miss Mason, and----"
"And Miss Mason told you," interposed Arnold.