The next night as Val and Clint were preparing to go out, a subtle rap sounded on their door. Val stepped over to answer it, and found two Pinkerton men looking as if they had something on their minds.
Val looked from one to the other. “Matt, Jake, what brings you out of your dusty little offices?”
“Evenin’, Val, Clint. I know you’re off duty, but we might need your help with an investigation we’ll be conducting on board.”
Val smiled blandly, and cut his knowing gaze toward his brother. “Is that right? What kind of investigation?”
“Val, don’t play dumb. Surely you’ve heard about the theft that took place just last night.”
“So, handle it yourself. Like you said, we’re off duty.” He gave the man a stiff smile. “We’re just here for a little gambling and socializing.”
“Ordinarily, I woul
