"Thanks. One thing more." He held out two keys and a scrap of paper. "These keys are for my box in the Windsor Safe Deposit Vaults. Number and password are written on the paper. Everything I own is in the box. My wife is provided for with an annuity. There are securities to the amount of—Oh, I don't know, half a million, maybe. You can't return it because the records of whom I obtained it are burned. But take it and do some good act. Build a home for indigent millionaires—or anything you like."
In spite of himself Jack had to smile.
"Come on now. Hand me back to the bulls."
In the adjoining room Evers was handcuffed and marched out between two detectives. The old lady picked up her hat and coat, and silently followed them.
The sergeant nodded towards Miriam. "How about her?"
Jack hung in indecision.
"She tried to plug you, didn't she?"
"Oh, I don't mind a little thing like that."
The worthy sergeant looked a trifle scandalized at the jest.
Bobo, who had sat in a daze throughout, lifted a drawn face. "Jack, let her go, please!" he murmured huskily.