When at last Jose Quintana has secured what he had been after for years, his troubles really began. In his pocket he had two million dollars worth of gems, including the Flaming Jewel.
But he was in the middle of a wilderness ringed in by hostile men, and obliged to rely for aid on a handful of the most desperate criminals in Europe.
Those openly hostile to him had a wide net spread around him -- wide of mesh too, perhaps; and it was through a mesh he meant to wriggle, but the net was intact from Canada to New York.
Canadian police and secret agents held it on the north: this he had learned from Jake Kloon long since.
East, west and south he knew he had the troopers of the New York State Constabulary to deal with, and in addition every game warden and fire warden in the State Forests, a swarm of lain clothes men from the Metropolis, and the rural constabulary of every town along the edges of the vast reservation.
Just who was responsible for this enormous conspiracy to rob him of what he considered his own legitimate loot Quintana did not know.
Sard's attorney, Eddie Abrams, believed that the French police instigated it through agents of the United States Secret Service.
Of one thing Quintana was satisfied, Mike Clinch had nothing to do with stirring up the authorities. Law-breakers of his sort don't shout for the police or invoke State or Government aid.