_You_ found out.

You ought at least to have a share in the reward." "Not I," said Cleek, with an airy laugh.

"Like the fellow who was born with a third leg, 'I have no use for it,' Captain.

But if you really want to give any part of it away, bank a thousand to the credit of my boy Dollops to be turned over to him when he's twenty-one.

And you might make Mr.Narkom, and, if she will accept the post, Miss Lorne, his trustees." Miss Lorne faced round and looked at him; and even from that distance he could see that her mouth was moving tremulously and there was something shining in the corner of her eye.
"I accept that position with pleasure, Mr.Cleek," she said.