Jack met her eyes squarely. "All right, my lady!" he was thinking. "My turn will come later!" He foresaw that his game in the future would be furthered if he appeared to submit. So he bowed--but he could not quite iron out the mocking smile. "I only aim to please!" said he. Miriam looked at him suspiciously. "What do you wish me to do, Mr. Norman?" he asked Bobo. To that youth it was like a ray of light breaking through. He lifted his eyes to Jack with a kind of sheeplike gratitude. But he seemed incapable of speech. Miriam answered for him. "Go back to New York, and wait for us at the Madagascar." Jack bowed again, and returned to his taxi. 29 Jack returned to New York on the night train. At the hotel he found a message from Starr of the Bienvenu Hotel reading: "A.D.T. boy 791 came with a package for Miss Culbreth to-day. When he was told she was out of town he took it back with him." Jack's police credentials smoothed the way for him with the A.D.T. officials, and within two hours of the time he received the message, No. 791, otherwise Tommy Mullulus, was on his way to the Madagascar to be questioned. He was a small, thin boy with a wary eye that testified to a wide experience of the world, and an insinuating grin that was still childlike. His meager limbs were lost in his faded, flapping trousers, but he had a doughty air far beyond his years. His official age was fifteen; had he not to swear to that to get his "working papers"? But actually he was about two years short of it. He was disposed to be evasive in answering Jack's questions. "You brought a package to the Hotel Bienvenu yesterday?" "Yes, sir." "Where did you get it?" "At the office. Fella at the desk handed it to me." "That means it was brought into the office by the person who wanted it delivered?" "I guess so." "Where is your office?" "1118 Broadway." "Did you see the person that brought the package in?" "Didn't take no particular notice." "Well, was it a man or a woman?" "I didn't rightly look." "Isn't it a fact when you boys are waiting for a call, that you size up everybody that comes in to see what kind of a job you're going to get, and what's likely to be in it?" "We gen'ally does," said Tommy with an innocent air, "but Fat Harris was pushin' me on the bench, and I was pushin' him back, so I didn't take no notice of who come in." It suggested itself to Jack that the boy was under the spell of a generous tip. To offer him a larger tip was the most obvious course, but Jack, knowing something about boys, hesitated. Tommy would take the money, of course, but it would probably make him suspicious, and therefore more secretive than before. A better way was to win his confidence if it could be done. "Tommy," said Jack, "the guy that gave you that package is a crook, and I'm trying to land him, see?" Tommy looked interested but wary. He required to be shown. "Did they tell you at the office who I was?" asked Jack.