"Yes, Mr.Craig." "Pack your friend Grant, here, for two days in New York.

He's going to-night and--I guess you'd better come along." Arkwright threw up his hands in a gesture of mock despair.

"Do as he says, Walter.

He's the boss." "Now you're talking sense," said Craig.

"Some day you'll stand before kings for this--or sit, as you please." On their way out Josh fished from the darkness under the front stairs a tattered and battered suitcase and handed it to Walter.