for getting me my rubies und emerald. I vill figure that in."
I thanked him again. Rosenthal knit his big brows.
"Your life is in gr reat danger," he said.
"It sure is," I answered. "So is Chu-Chu's."
He raised his brows. "You intend to kill him?" he asked.
"I intend to try."
He nodded. "Dere is not'ing else to do," says he. "How about dis Ivan und his gang?"
"Ivan will stand pat, I think," said I. "To tell the truth, he would probably be quite content to have Chu-Chu removed. Between you and me, I think that Ivan is afraid of him. A man like that is a constant source of danger to the organisation. I am going to see Ivan and tell him how things stand and ask him to keep out of it."
Rosenthal looked at me, thoughtfully.
"Py Chingo," says he, "I belief you are r'right." He poured himself another glass of cognac. "Herr Gott! vat a vorld! vat a vorld!"
I got up out of my chair. Rosenthal stared at me for a moment, then reached in his pocket, drew out the package containing the pearls and tossed it to me.
"Tell your haf-brudder to come and see me," he said. "I vill gif him some advice. You are a goot boy, Fr'rank."
I thanked him and took the pearls. We shook hands.
"And now," said I, "for a bad quarter-hour with Mr. Cuttynge."
