"The Vanduyn pearls. Remember the case? Mickey Donley pulled it."
Braden leaned forward. "I don't quite make you, Jim. Do you mean to
tell me that you've recovered the Vanduyn pearls?"
"Surest thing you know. We knew Mickey couldn't get rid of 'em so we
watched the boys he was calling on. Trailed 'em that away, see? And the
poor sucker that bought 'em off Mickey found a goat and sold 'em--and I
got' em that way. I'm right lucky about things like that."
Mr. Thomas Matlock Braden was dazed. He knew that Jim Hanvey was
speaking the truth. And yet--He gave ear to the even monotone of the
detective.
"And say, Tommy; next time we meet I'll take you on in a golf match.
I'm getting my first lesson this afternoon. I run across a swell feller
last night. Guy named Morse: Edgar H. Morse. Know him?"