Lee grins over his cigar. Another millionaire in trouble. "Some woman, surely." The only question is "What woman?"
The fair sex play a mighty part in the mysteries of San Francisco.
"Lee, I want you to hunt up the history of a woman for me," says the old miner.
The captain's smile runs all over his face. "Why, Colonel Joe!" he begins.
"Look here; no nonsense!" says Joseph, firmly. "It's a little matter of five thousand dollars to you, if you can trace what I want."
There is no foolishness in Lee's set features. He throws himself back, studying his cigar ash. That five thousand dollars is an "open sesame."
"What's her name?"
Joseph produces his notes.
"Do you remember Hardin sending some people to Panama, in '65?" begins the Colonel. "Two women and two children. They sailed on the GOLDEN GATE."
"Perfectly," says the iron captain, removing his cigar. "I watched these steamers for the government. He was a Big Six in the K.G.C., you remember, Colonel Joe?"