Sagosto, however, did not go to old Isaac the next day to tell about any fake murder--naturally.

Sagosto would not know you again from Adam--neither does he know anything about the rubies, nor what old Isaac's ulterior motives were.

He was paid for his share in the game in old Isaac's usual manner of payment probably--by a threat of exposure for some old-time offence, that Isaac held over him, if he didn't keep his mouth shut." Burton's hand brushed his eyes.
"Yes," he muttered.

"Yes--I see it now." Jimmie Dale stooped down, picked up the paper from the floor in which the wig and beard had been wrapped, walked back with it, and replaced it in the cupboard.

And then, with his back to Burton again, he took the case of gems from his pocket, opened it, and laid it on the cupboard shelf.