"
Garson uttered an ejaculation of disgust.
"He pays half a million dollars for a set of rugs!" There was a
note of fiercest bitterness come into his voice as he
sarcastically concluded: "And they wonder at crime!"
Griggs went on with his account.
"About a month ago, the things I was telling you of were hung in
the library of a millionaire in this city." He hitched his chair
a little closer to the desk, and leaned forward, lowering his
voice almost to a whisper as he stated his plan.
"Let's go after them. They were smuggled, mind you, and no
matter what happens, he can't squeal. What do you say?"
Garson shot a piercing glance at Mary.
"It's up to her," he said. Griggs regarded Mary eagerly, as she
sat with eyes downcast. Then, after a little interval had
elapsed in silence, he spoke interrogatively:
"Well?"
Mary shook her head decisively. "It's out of our line," she
declared.
Griggs would have argued the matter. "I don't see any easier way
to get half a million," he said aggressively.
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