When you return to Sequoia, I'll have a few more points to give you.
I'll mull them over in the meantime."
CHAPTER XXII
When Bryce Cardigan walked down the gang-plank at the steamship-dock
in San Francisco, the first face he saw among the waiting crowd was
Buck Ogilvy's. Mr. Ogilvy wore his over-coat and a joyous smile,
proving that in so far as he was concerned all was well with the
world; he pressed forward and thrust forth a great speckled paw for
Bryce to shake. Bryce ignored it.
"Why, don't you remember me?" Ogilvy demanded. "I'm Buck Ogilvy."
Bryce looked him fairly in the eye and favoured him with a lightning
wink. "I have never heard of you, Mr. Ogilvy. You are mistaking me
for someone else."
"Sorry," Ogilvy murmured. "My mistake! Thought you were Bill Kerrick,
who used to be a partner of mine. I'm expecting him on this boat, and
he's the speaking image of you."
Bryce nodded and passed on, hailed a taxicab, and was driven to the
San Francisco office of his company. Five minutes later the door
opened and Buck Ogilvy entered.
"I was a bit puzzled at the dock, Bryce," he explained as they shook
hands, "but decided to play safe and then follow you to your office.
What's up? Have you killed somebody, and are the detectives on your
trail? If so, 'fess up and I'll assume the responsibility for your
crime, just to show you how grateful I am for that hundred.
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