"Is it, after all, a fool I am dealing with!" he sneered."And I--what should I say? That you had stolen the stones from your employer and offered them as a bribe to silence me, and that I had refused.The very act of handing you over to the police would prove the truth of what I said and rob you of even a chance of leniency--FOR THAT OTHER THING.Is it not so--eh? And why did I not hand you over at once three nights ago? Believe me, my young friend, Ishould have a very good reason ready, a dozen, if necessary, if it came to that.But we are borrowing trouble, are we not? We shall not come to that--eh?"For a moment it seemed to Jimmie Dale, as he watched, that Burton would hurl himself upon the other.White to the lips, the muscles of his face twitching, Burton clenched his fists and leaned over the table--and then, with sudden revulsion of emotion, he drew back once more, and once more came that choked sob:
"You'll pay for this, Isaac--your turn will come for this!
"I have been threatened very often," snapped the other contemptuously."Bah, what are threats! I laugh at them--as Ialways will." Then, with a quick change of front, his voice a sudden snarl: "Well, we have talked enough.You have your choice.
The stones or--eh? And it is to-night--NOW!"The old pawnbroker sprawled back in his chair, a cunning leer on his vicious face, a gleam of triumph, greed, in the beady, ratlike eyes that never wavered from the other.Burton, moisture oozing from his forehead, stood there, hesitant, staring back at old Isaac, half in a fascinated gaze, half as though trying to read some sign of weakness in the bestial countenance that confronted him.And then, very slowly, in an automatic, machine-like way, his hand groped into the inside pocket of his vest--and old Isaac cackled out in derision.
"So! You thought you could bluff me, eh--you thought you could fool old Isaac! Bah! I read you like a book! Did I not tell you a while back that you had them in your pocket? I know your kind, my young friend; I know your kind very well indeed--it is my business.You would not have dared to come here to-night without the price.So!
You took them this afternoon as we agreed.Yes, yes; you did well.
You will not regret it.And now let me see them"--his voice rose eagerly--"let me see them now, my young friend.""Yes, I took them." Burton spoke listlessly."God help me!"Old Isaac, quivering, excited, like a different creature now, sprang from his chair, and, as Burton drew a long, flat, leather case from his pocket, snatched it from the other's hand.His fingers in their rapacious haste could not at first manipulate the catch, and then finally, with the case open, he bent over the table feverishly.The light reflected back as from some living mass of crimson fire, now shading darkly, now glowing into wondrous, colourful transparency as he moved the case to and fro with jerky motions of his hands--and he was babbling, crooning to himself like one possessed.
"Ah, the little beauties! Ah, the pretty little things! Yes, yes;these are the ones! This is the great Aracon--see, see, the six-sided prism terminated by the six-sided pyramid.But it must be cut--it must be cut to sell it, eh? Ah, it is too bad--too bad!
And this, this one here, I know them all, this is--"But his sentence was never finished--it was Jimmie Dale, on his feet now, leaning against the jamb of the door, his automatic covering the two men at the table, who spoke.
"Quite so, Isaac," he said coolly; "you know them all! Quite so, Isaac--but be good enough to DROP them!"The case fell from Isaac's hand, the flush on his cheeks died to a sickly pallor, and, his mouth half open, he stood like a man turned to stone, his hands with curved fingers still outstretched over the table, over the crimson gems that, spilled from the case, lay scattered now on the tabletop.Burton neither spoke nor moved--a little whiter, the misery in his face almost apathetic, he moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue.
Jimmie Dale walked across the room, halted at the end of the table, and surveyed the two men grimly.And then, while one hand with revolver extended rested easily on the table, the other gathered up the stones, placed them in the case, and, the case in his pocket, Jimmie Dale's lips parted in an uninviting smile.
"I guess I'm in luck to-night, eh, Isaac?" he drawled."Between you and your young friend, as I believe you call him, it would appear as though I had fallen on my feet.That Aracon's worth--what would you say?--a hundred, two hundred thousand alone, eh? A very famous stone, that--had your eye on it for quite a time, Isaac, you miserable blood leech, eh?"Isaac did not answer; but, while he still held back from the table, he seemed to be regaining a little of his composure--burglars of whatever sort were no novelty to him--and was staring fixedly at Jimmie Dale.
"Can't place me--though there's not many in the profession you don't know? Is that it?" inquired Jimmie Dale softly."Well, don't try, Isaac; it's hardly worth your while.I'VE got the stones now, and--""Wait! Wait! Listen!" It was Burton, speaking for the first time, his words coming in a quick, nervous rush."Listen! You don't--""Hold your tongue!" cried old Isaac, with sudden fierceness."You are a fool!" He leaned toward Jimmie Dale, a crafty smile on his face, quite in control of himself once more."Don't listen to him--listen to me.You're right.I can't place you, and it doesn't make any difference"--he took a step forward--"but--""Not too close, Isaac!" snapped Jimmie Dale sharply."I know YOU!""So!" ejaculated old Isaac, rubbing his hands together."So! That is good! That is what I want.Listen, we will make a bargain.We are birds of a feather, eh? All thieves, eh? You've got the drop on us who did all the work, but you'll give us our share--eh?
Listen! You couldn't get rid of those stones alone.You know that;you're not so green at the game, eh? You'd have to go to some one.
