CHAPTER 2ther shabby young man with a cigarette dangling from his mouth strolled into the room without the formality of knocking. He nodded ungraciously at Craig.
“I’m Jamison,” he said gloomily. “Police Headquarters. They sent me down to find out about this robbery. What’s up?”
Craig, no more than the wreck of the debonair man of a half hour before, told his story, with his eyes glowing strangely from sunken sockets. Jamison listened from a comfortable chair, gazing at the ceiling.
“Y’ went out?” he queried, when Craig had finished. “Why didn’t you leave the bonds in the hotel safe?”
“I should have,” groaned Craig wretchedly. “But no one knew I had them with me. Only the president of my firm and myself knew I had them. We thought that if I just went on up to New York quite casually, a
