Dick turned on Jeff.
“Yes,” he said very quietly for him. “The jinx! The hoodoo. I think it’s broken, though—in fact, I know it is.”
“Why?”
“Because.” Dick began to chuckle, “I’ve thought of a sure way to break it.”
“How?” Jeff was regaining his color and his curiosity.
But Dick grinned and shook his head.
He knew the answer to the puzzle of the missing emeralds!
CHAPTER XV
A TRAP IS BAITED
“Glad to hear you think the hoodoo is busted,” Jeff commented. “Me, I don’t care. I’ve taken my last hop in that-there crate. I’m shaking like a leaf, even now.”
“Why don’t you go to your room and have a lie down?” suggested Dick.