He laughed, sucking for breath. “‘Westward Ho,’ Steve, you old fool!” “And the next one? You hardly knew which was better.” “‘Kidnapped!’” “Jerry!” “Here’s the boat!” Jerry cried. “Damn him, he’ll get away!” For the big hull, with her lights, her sprays of steam, her splash of screws, was beside us. “He’s swum under water to the other side; he’s come up there. He’s got away,” Jerry finished. Of course we waited till the ship was past and waited and searched long after but found no one for our trouble. “Where’s the money?” Jerry asked me then. “You didn’t give it to him?” “He’s the one that met me first?” I said. “Yes; of course. Did you give it to him?” “No; I didn’t have it. I’m not the complete fool, Jerry. I got it from the bank and left it in our office.” “Let’s go there.” We entered our building by the river door and went up the back way to my office. Jerry knew those stairs; he knew where to turn in the dark; he found the light switch by feel and without fumbling. There was not the slightest doubt, when the light came on, that I was with my brother Jerry. My trouble was simply had I been with any one else? Of course I had seen some one else in a Mackinaw coat who had fought with Jerry; but all I saw was his size and his coat; I never saw, together, two faces which were Jerry’s. I could not help thinking this as we sat down; I could not help wondering if all that business down there beside the river was a set stage play of Jerry’s to fool me. He opened the drawer where I kept cigarettes and took one and lighted it. “How’re sales?” he asked me. “Oh, fair.” “Tell me, did Smetsheen, in Minneapolis, pay his account?” “In full, yesterday. You keep on thinking about the office, Jerry?” “To tell the truth, not once till just now.” “Where have you been keeping yourself?” He smiled. “Moving mostly.” He walked to the door of the room which had been his office and looked in. “Who’s there now?” “Nobody.” “Not waiting for me?” “I am,” I said. He shut the door, running his finger over the space where they’d dissolved the gold letters of his name. “They’re right,” he commented. “I’ll never be back--to stay; that is unless I’m caught before I catch Keeban. He had a good idea for me on that money, Steve; I can use it. Got it here?” I nodded. “Want to give it to me?” “There’s a squeal set against you which you’ve got to square?” I asked. “Who told you that?” “Christina.” “Haven’t you got us mixed now?” He looked at me. “Maybe,” I said, boldly. He got up. “Keep your damn money. By God, you, Steve----” I got up and pushed him down into his chair. “I don’t deserve that. You know it.”