"Good night, then, and thank you, Mr. Latimer."
"Good night.... Oh, Miss--" He didn't say "Omar"--"there is a favor
you might do me."
"Sure!" I wondered what it could be.
"Those diamonds. I've got to have them, you know, to send them back to
their owner. I don't mind helping a--a person who helps himself to
other people's things, but I can't let him get away with his plunder
without being that kind of person myself. So--"
Why didn't I lie? Because there are some people you don't lie to, Tom
Dorgan. Don't talk to me, you bully, I'm savage enough. To have rings
and pins and ear-rings, a whole bagful of diamonds, and to haul 'em out
of your pocket and lay 'em on the table there before him!
"I wonder," he said slowly, as he put them away in his own pocket,
"what a man like me could do for a girl like you?"
"Reform her!" I snarled. "Show her how to get diamonds honestly."
Say, Tom, let's go in for bigger game.