“I wanted a big main salon, even if I had to sacrifice some of the rest of the space. Besides, it keeps the crew out of sight.”
“And I should say out of touch, too.”
“I’m quite satisfied,” replied Cleigh, grumpily.
“Cleigh, I’m through.” Cunningham spread his hands. 33
“What are you through with?”
“Through with this game. I’m going in for a little sport. This string of beads was the wind-up. But don’t worry. They’ll be on board here to-morrow. You brought the gold?”
“Yes.”
The visitor paused in front of the rug. He sighed audibly.
“Scheherazade’s twinkling little feet! Lord, but that rug is a wonder! Cleigh, I’ve been offered eighty thousand for it.”
“What’s that?” Cleigh barked, half out of his chair.