“You run our rat trap, Captain. Why in the world should we spring it?”
The door opened as he put his hand on the knob. The fat engineer, M’Ginley, crowded in. He laid something that gleamed and glittered on the little table. Beside this he methodically piled brown paper, broken wax seals, bits of cut and knotted string.
“Ye’ll bear witness,” said M’Ginley to the captain, “ye’ll bear witness, I’m an honest man. There it all is, Mr. Drake, everything ye gave me. I’m an honest man; and besides, there’s a ship comin’ up astern flyin’ the blue ensign, with the Canadian coat-of-arms in the fly of it. I’m an honest man. When they board us, ye’ll tell ’em so, doubtless?”
But Drake was not listening. Bending over the table, he was brushing coal dust from the Varnavosk necklace.
THE END
Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in the November 15, 1927 issue of Adventure magazine.