“Where is Kidd?”
“Here in New York.”
“Has he disposed of the diamond?” inquired Stolburst.
“No; it was stolen from him.”
Then, for the second time that night, Cook told of Monte Murphy stealing the Eye of Jobu, and the fate that had overtaken the “fence.”
Enoch brought his narrative to a close by whispering to Stolburst that Burt knew who had the stone.
“If the diamond is not produced before the day after to-morrow,” said Stolburst bitterly, “I am to lose my remaining ear.”
“The brutes!”
“Speak low. Deth is drinking in every word we say.”
“What do I care?”