“Yes, sir,” said Eden hopefully, as the millionaire paused.
“Well, I won’t go into that. You locate Draycott and tell him to come to Eldorado. Tell him to put up at the Desert Edge and keep his mouth shut. I’ll get in touch with him shortly. Until I do he’s to lie low. Is that understood?”
“Perfectly, Mr. Madden. I’m sorry this thing has dragged out as it has—”
“Oh, that’s all right. You go and tell Ah Kim I said he was to drive you to Eldorado—unless your movie friends are coming out here for you.”
“No—I shall have to enlist Ah Kim again. Thank you, sir. I’ll be back soon.”
“Good luck” answered Madden.
Hastily Eden threw a few things into his suitcase, and waited in the yard for Ah Kim and the flivver. Gamble appeared.
“Not leaving us, Mr. Eden?” he inquired in his mild way.
“No such luck—for you,” the boy replied. “Just a short trip.”
“On business, perhaps?” persisted the professor gently.
“Perhaps,” smiled Eden, and the car with its Chinese chauffeur appearing at that moment, he leaped in.
Again he and Chan were abroad in the yellow glory of a desert sunset. “Well, Charlie,” Eden said, “I’m a little new at this detective business. What am I to do first?”
“Toss all worry out of mind. I shall hover round your elbow, doing prompt work.”
