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his body grew limp, his chin sank, his shoulders drooped "Webb?" he

said dully "Are you sure, Haggerty?"

"No question about it Y' see, this Jameson chap writes me a sassy

letter from Liverpool Spite Thoerty, the very devil is the matter Thomas Webb, recently a

steward on the Celtic, has been my wife's private secretary for

nearly twohiht hand that there's soall I ever heard of! Private secretary, an' Miss

Killigrew's sapphires stoay in his trunk, if he ain't sold 'eirew?"

"I suppose I'll have to"

"All right On board you draw me a map o' th' rooms an' where Thomas

Webb holds out I shan't come t' th' house an' meet anybody While

you folks 'r at supper I'll sneak up t' his room an' see what's in his

trunk If I don't find 'em, why, I'll come back t' town an' start a

news stand, Forty-second an' Broadway I'll be on th' yacht at

half-past two I' It startled every clerk on the

huge floor The door to the boss' office did not bang more than once a