"
"You'll look better when you have your clothes," said Tinker. "And, now,
I think you must want a drink."
"That is so, sonny. This is dry work, this getting clothes."
Tinker took him to a cafe, adorned with an American bar. Septimus Rainer
lighted a cigar and refreshed himself with the whiskey sour of his native
land; Tinker ate ices. Over these agreeable occupations they talked; and
the millionaire derived considerable entertainment and no little
instruction from his young companion's views of life on the Mediterranean
littoral, illustrated from the passing pleasure-seekers.
[Illustration: Over these agreeable occupations they talked.]
When they got into the railway carriage on their return, he lighted
another cigar, and lay back in the seat with the content of a man who had
done a hard day's work. But presently he roused himself and said, "I've
been thinking about those kidnapping scum. They were going to ransom
Dorothy for three hundred thousand dollars, you said."
"Yes, a million and a half francs," said Tinker.
"Well, sonny, I've been thinking I must pay you fifty thousand dollars
over that business. You took a big risk holding up a gang like that."
"It wasn't me: Selina held them up," said Tinker quickly.
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