"Like enough not," came tartly from Corrigan.
"Still, he can keep his peepers open, eh, youngster?"
He smiled down upon Christopher from beneath his shaggy brows, and Christopher smiled back. There was something very likeable about Corrigan.
"I'll look alive," grinned the boy. "Only of course you know this kill was just a fluke."
The modest words evidently pleased the inspector.
"That's all right," said he. "You may make another. Who knows?"
He patted the lad's shoulder encouragingly and in friendly fashion added:
"Nobody bags a diamond robber every day."
They went out—Mr. Burton, his son, and the two clerks.
"We may as well go to luncheon now," announced Christopher's father, when the men had left them. "Where shall we go? We'll have a real celebration in honor of Stuart's capture."