"Not so," said Gerald calmly; "if you go near the spot before the appointed time you'll find the silver, but you'll never catch the thieves."
"You're right there." The policeman picked up his chair and sat down in it again. "Well?"
"Well, there's to be a motor to meet them in the lane beyond the boat-house by Sadler's Rents at one o clock to-night. They'll get the things out at half-past twelve and take them along in a boat. So now's your chance to fill your pockets with chink and cover yourself with honour and glory."
"So help me!"—Johnson was pensive and doubtful still—"so help me! you couldn't have made all this up out of your head."
"Oh yes, I could. But I didn't. Now look here. It's the chance of your lifetime, Johnson! A quid for me, and a still tongue for you, and the job's done. Do you agree?"
"Oh, I agree right enough," said Johnson. "I agree. But if you're coming any of your larks"
"Can't you see he isn't?" Kathleen put in impatiently. "He's not a liar—we none of us are."
"If you're not on, say so," said Gerald, "and I'll find another policeman with more sense."
"I could split about you being out all night," said Johnson.
"But you wouldn't be so ungentlemanly," said Mabel brightly. "Don't you be so un-
