"I had a glimpse of him the other night; but being unprepared, I might not recognize him again."
Vroon described Jones minutely. Braine could almost see the portrait.
"Vroon, that memory of yours is worth a lot of money," was his only comment.
"I hope it will be worth more soon."
"I believe I'll be able to recognize Mr. Jones if I see him. Who is he and what is he?"
"He has been with Hargreave for fourteen years. There was a homicidal case in which Jones was active. Hargreave saved him. He is faithful and uncommunicative. Money will not touch him. If he does know where that million is, hot irons could not make him own up to it. The only way is to watch him, follow him, wait for the moment when he'll grow careless. No man is always on his mettle; he lets up sooner or later."
"He is being watched, as you know."
Vroon nodded approvingly. "The captain of the tramp steamer Orient, by the way, was seen with a roll of money. He was in one of the water-front saloons, bragging how he had hoodwinked some one."
"Did he say where he'd got the cash?" asked Braine.
"They tried to pump him on that, but he shut up. Well, we have agreed that Felton shall watch from the street and Orloff from the window. Orloff will whistle if he sees Jones removing anything from any of the rooms. The rest will be left to Felton."