“But who was the other witness—­the living one?”

“The nurse; she made the exchange of the dead baby for the living one.  It was easily done as the child was really sick.”

“But for what object—­revenge?”

“She was poor, and yielded to temptation.  Percival Coolidge paid her to make the exchange.  I have never been able to learn what his original purpose was, but she thinks he believed the stolen child was a boy, and that later, through him, the Coolidge money might be controlled.  However the woman lost her nerve, and disappeared with the infant.  She brought it up as her own in the west, where she married again.  I am her second husband, and that is how I learned the truth.”

“The woman on the yacht?”

“Yes, you saw her.  The child was brought up in our life; I figured on this coup for years, and finally when all was ready, we came back east again.  I had a plan, but I wasn’t quite sure it would work until I could see the two girls together.  After that it was like taking candy from a kid.  Hell, you are the only one who has even piped off the game.”

West looked closely at the man, who was thus coolly boasting of his exploits, and then at the silent girl, whose eyes sullenly gave back their challenge.  What did it all mean?  Why were they calmly telling him these things?  Was it merely the egotism of crime, pride of achievement? or did Hobart hope in some way to thus win his assistance, or at least his silence?

“Why do you tell all this to me, Hobart?” he asked shortly.  “You do not expect me to play with you in the game, do you?”

“You!” the fellow laughed coarsely.  “We don’t care what you do, you young fool.  Del started this talking, and I let her go on.  Then, when she stopped, I thought you might as well learn the rest of it.  The fact is, West, we’re fixed now so whatever you know won’t hurt us any.  We have as good as got the swag; and, to make it absolutely safe, we’ve got both you and the girl.  I’ll say this for you, old man, you’ve sure put up a game fight.  I don’t know how the hell you ever got out of that yacht alive, or ever happened to drift in here.  It was nothing but bull luck that gave us a glimpse of you tossing round on that raft—­but after that it was dead easy.  Del here is some actorine.”

“Yes,” she broke in, “but I came near falling down this time.  I forgot they had been in the water, and my dress was dry as a bone—­say, I thought he’d tripped me sure.”

“You say you’ve got the swag?”

“All but in our hands; nobody can get it away from us.  The court order was issued today; the entire estate placed, in accordance with the terms of the will, in the possession of Natalie Coolidge.  Once the proper receipt is signed, all monies can be checked out by her.  That about settles it, doesn’t it?  Tomorrow Del and I will go down to the city, and turn the trick, and after that there is nothing left but the get-away.”