She was not sure. She stared
dumfounded for a few seconds, then turned her bewildered face
toward Garson, who was grinning in high enjoyment.
"I would'nt have believed it possible," she declared, vastly
impressed.
"Neat little thing, ain't it?" the man asked, exultantly.
"Where did you get it?" Mary asked.
"In Boston, last week. And between you and me, Mary, it's the
only model, and it sure is a corker for crime."
The sinister association of ideas made Mary shudder, but she said
no more. She would have shuddered again, if she could have
guessed the vital part that pistol was destined to play. But she
had no thought of any actual peril to come from it. She might
have thought otherwise, could she have known of the meeting that
night in the back room of Blinkey's, where English Eddie and
Garson sat with their heads close together over a table.
"A chance like this," Griggs was saying, "a chance that will make
a fortune for all of us."
"It sounds good," Garson admitted, wistfully.
"It is good," the other declared with an oath.
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