“Yes, sir,” said Duncan obediently.
“And when you’ve told Ford and Hammett what they are to do, change your clothes and make Gibbs do the same, and meet me at the Pennsylvania Station at six o’clock.”
“Where are we going?” Duncan asked. He could see from his chief’s manner that something important was in the wind.
“To Long Island,” he was told. “We are going to call on Miss Ethel Cartwright.”
“Then you can use her to land Denby?” his subordinate cried excitedly.
“Use her?” the deputy-surveyor said with a grim smile. “Say, Jim, she doesn’t know it, but she’s going to get that necklace for me to-night.”
He hurried out of the room, leaving Duncan shaking his head in wonderment. His chief might have qualities that were not endearing, and his manner might at times be rough, but where was there a man who rode through obstacles with the same fine disregard as Daniel Taylor?
CHAPTER SEVEN
MRS. HARRINGTON admitted freely that she had been very far-seeing in asking Denby to travel on the Mauretania with her and Monty. She was one of those modern women who count days damaging to their looks if there comes an hour of boredom in them, and her new acquaintance was always amusing.
One day when they were all three sitting on deck she asked him: “What are you going to do when you get home?”