“No wonder,” laughed Joe. “Two hundred thousand iron men, simoleons, bones, bucks, coin of the realm of standard weight and refinement—all to be thrown into the gutter because that infernal ray of theirs went wrong. Who wouldn’t be like a mourner at a funeral?”
“With worse to come as soon as that old scientist can be rounded up,” exulted Jim. “It’s funny O’Brien and his men haven’t found hide or hair of him.”
“He’s certainly some crafty old fox,” admitted Joe. “But the cunningest fox can be run to his hole some time.”
“How’s Reggie’s law suit coming on?” asked Jim.
“Haworth says that it will be on the calendar at the next term of court,” replied Joe. “He’s been tracing up the work of those fellows and he tells me that he has a dead open and shut case against them. The papers will be served just as soon as Reggie comes to town to sign them, and he’s due next week.”
Reggie did come into town a few days later, as immaculate as ever, delighted with the success of the Giants and elated at the prospects that his lawyer held out to him regarding his suit.
The day following his arrival Reggie and Joe were going down the stairs of a subway station on their way to visit Haworth’s office.
At the foot of the stairs an elderly woman bumped into Joe and dropped one of her packages. Joe picked it up and handed it back to her with a pleasant smile.
Recognition flashed into the woman’s eyes and with a scream of delight she dropped all her packages and threw her arms about Joe’s neck.