"I don't know yuh," said Bunkers, with drunken caution. "How is it, Bill?" turning to the bartender.
"He's the goods, Jim. You've heard of Wyant & Co.?"
"Sure I've heard o' them. Best divin' app'ratus they is."
"Well, this gent here is Mr. Brooks, general manager for Wyant & Co. I can O.K. him."
Vroon threw an appreciative glance at the bartender. He was not affiliated with the Black Hundred, but he had often aided Vroon in minor affairs.
"All right, if yuh say so, Bill. Well, here's th' yarn."
And when he had done, Vroon smoked quietly without speaking.
"Don't yuh believe it?" demanded Bunkers, truculently.
"But six hundred feet of water, in a coral bottom, and no way of telling just where it fell overboard. That's a tough proposition."
"Oh, it is, is it? I'm a sailor. I can lay my hand right over th' spot. Do yuh think I'd be fool enough t' hunt for it without a perfect range?" Bunkers tapped his coat pocket suggestively.