That Aracon's worth--what would you say ?--a hundred, two hundred thousand alone, eh?
A very famous stone, that--had your eye on it for quite a time, Isaac, you miserable blood leech, eh ?" Isaac did not answer; but, while he still held back from the table, he seemed to be regaining a little of his composure--burglars of whatever sort were no novelty to him--and was staring fixedly at Jimmie Dale.
"Can't place me--though there's not many in the profession you don't know?
Is that it ?" inquired Jimmie Dale softly.

"Well, don't try, Isaac; it's hardly worth your while.

I'VE got the stones now, and--" "Wait! Wait! Listen!" It was Burton, speaking for the first time, his words coming in a quick, nervous rush.

"Listen! You don't--" "Hold your tongue!" cried old Isaac, with sudden fierceness.

"You are a fool!" He leaned toward Jimmie Dale, a crafty smile on his face, quite in control of himself once more.