“Why should I wait?”
“He may have some valuable suggestions to offer.”
Quick smiled. The sodden expression had disappeared from his eyes. Now they sparkled with intelligence.
His features, marked with dissipation though they were, had also brightened up. For the nonce, he was the Mike Quick who years before had led the detectives many a merry chase by his shrewdness in eluding pursuit, and had almost paralyzed them by the boldness of his operations.
“I have already mapped out my course,” said the dive-keeper. “How shall I know the diamond?”
“It is as large as a bantam’s egg, and of a peculiar greenish tint.”
“I shall get it.”
“Remember,” said Enoch, “you are a third partner in the gem.”
“I shall bring the diamond back in two hours, or—well, we shall see what we shall see.”