The time came when it was necessary
for me to put down my foot once and for all. I called him to me.
"'Joseph Henry Bundercombe,' I said,'there must be an end to this!' 'There
shall be,' he promised. The next day he and Eve, my misguided
stepdaughter, were on their way to Europe; and I am credibly informed they
cheated a commercial traveler at cards on the way to New York. That I find
him at liberty now, it seems to me, is entirely owing to the clemency and
kindness of this gentleman, who recognized my description at Scotland Yard
and brought me here."
"Say, all I'm prepared to admit about that is that it was somehow
fortunate," Mr. Bundercombe remarked with a sudden revival of his old
self, "that it fell to my lot to have Mr. Cullen investigate some of my
small adventures!"
"Mr. Bundercombe," said Cullen severely, "I think you will do well to
listen to your wife and to take her advice. There are one or two of these
little affairs, you must remember, that are not entirely closed yet."
Mr. Bundercombe sighed. He adopted an attitude of resignation.
"Well, Cullen," he replied, "if my career of crime is really to come to an
end I don't want to bear you any ill will. We'll just take a stroll
downstairs and talk about it.
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