“I believe, my boy,” said Uncle John, laying a kindly hand on the youth’s shoulder, “that all of us are inclined to take advantage of your offer.  That is, if you are sure we can be of no further use to you in your difficulties.”

“I am taking Colby abroad with me and he can do all that may be done until after my trial.  Then I hope to rejoin you here and am looking forward to a jolly reunion.”

Uncle John took the letters which Ajo had written to Captain Carg, to his superintendent in Sangoa and to his housekeeper.  Then they all pressed the boy’s hand and went away.

* * * * *

Monday morning the extradition papers arrived.  Le Drieux exhibited them proudly to young Weldon, to Mr. Merrick, and even to the girls, who regarded the documents with shuddering awe.

“We’ll take the night train,” said the man.  “That will get us to New York on Friday, in time to catch the Saturday steamer for Calais.”

As he spoke a boy approached and handed Le Drieux a telegram.

“Excuse me,” said he, and opened it with an important flourish.  The next moment his face fell.  He staggered and sank half fainting into a chair which Mr. Merrick pushed toward him.

Patsy ran for some water.  Maud Stanton fanned the man with a folded newspaper.  Arthur Weldon picked up the telegram which had fluttered from Le Drieux’s grasp and deliberately read it.  Then he, too, sank gasping into a chair.

“Listen, girls!” he cried, his voice shrill with emotion.  “What do you think of this?

“’Jack Andrews arrested here in New York to-day by Burns detectives.  Countess Ahmberg’s collection of pearls was found in his possession, intact.  Return here first train.’

“Signed:  ‘Eckstrom & Co.’”

There was a moment of tense silence.

Flo clapped her hands.

“Come on,” she shouted in glee, “let’s go and tell Ajo!”