“We can steal that and sell it.”
“There are people who would buy it?”
“I know a very well-known firm in New York and Washington that would pay fifty thousand dollars for the list.”
“Perhaps that is all Pope has in the vault?”
The girl dropped her parasol to the turf, rose, leaned over the table and said:
“If that _were_ all, would you still be game enough to try it?”
Fay stood erect. He pulled on his cap, pocketed his cigarette-case and smiled down at Saidee Isaacs.
“After thinking the matter over—I will do anything in my power to beat ‘The Black Cougar.’ He is within the law and you and I are outside the law. But I’ll take my chances against his, on Judgment Day.”
Saidee Isaacs thrust out an impulsive hand.
“I like you immensely for saying that, Chester Fay. I knew I’d like you—from what Father told me. You see I visited him when I was East, last week. He gave me directions how to find you here at Short Hills.”