Spike resumed his brushing.
"What a lot of dude suits youse could get," he observed meditatively, "if youse had dose jools."
"Oh, curse the jewels for the hundredth time!" snapped Jimmy.
"Yes, Mr. Chames. But, say, dat must be a boid of a necklace, dat one.
You'll be seeing it at de dinner, Mr. Chames."
Whatever comment Jimmy might have made on this insidious statement was checked by a sudden bang on the door. Almost simultaneously the handle turned.
"P'Chee!" cried Spike. "It's de cop!"
Jimmy smiled pleasantly.
"Come in, Mr. McEachern," he said, "come in. Journeys end in lovers meeting. You know my friend, Mr. Mullins, I think? Shut the door, and sit down and let's talk of many things."
CHAPTER VIII.
"It's a conspiracy!" thundered Mr. McEachern.