"I am not. He'll read the
NEWS-ARGUS a long time before he reads anything about that, Jimmie."
But therein Carruthers was wrong--the NEWS-ARGUS carried the "story" of
Markel's diamond necklace in three-inch "caps" in red ink on the front
page in the next morning's edition--and Carruthers gloated over it
because the morning NEWS-ARGUS was the ONLY paper in New York that did.
Carruthers was to hear more of Markel and Markel's necklace than he
thought, though for the time being the subject dropped between the two
men.
It was still early, barely ten o'clock, when Carruthers left the club,
and, preferring to walk to the newspaper offices, refused Jimmie Dale's
offer of his limousine. It was but five minutes later when Jimmie Dale,
after chatting for a moment or two with those about in the lobby, in
turn sought the coat room, where Markel was being assisted into his
coat.
"Getting home early, aren't you, Markel?" remarked Jimmie Dale
pleasantly.
"Yes," said Markel, and ran his fingers fussily, comb fashion, through
his whiskers. "Quite a little run out to my place, you know--and with,
you know what, I don't care to be out too late."
"No, of course," concurred Jimmie Dale, getting into his own coat.
They walked out of the club together, and Markel climbed importantly
into the tonneau of a big gray touring car.
"Ah--home, Peters," he sniffed at his chauffeur; and then, with a
grandiloquent wave of his hand to Jimmie Dale: "'Night, Dale.
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