nese. "I think it Carrados own pencil. That man have too many ways of doing things, Darragh. It was mistake to let him 'phone."
"Oh, nonsense; you heard what he said. Don't get jumpy, man. The thing has gone like clockwork."
"So far, yes. But I think I better go now and come back in one hour or so, safer for all much."
Darragh, for very good reasons, had the strongest objections to allowing his accomplice an opportunity of examining the spoil alone. "Look here, Katty," he said with decision, "I must have you in case there does come a scrimmage. I'll tell Phillips to fasten the front door well, and then we can see that it's all right before anyone comes in. If it is, there's no need for you to run away; if there's the least doubt we can knock these two out and have plenty of time to clear by the back way we’ve got." Without giving Kato any chance of raising further objection he turned to his guests again.
"I think I remember your tastes, Hulse," he said suavely. "I hope that you have no objection to Scotch whisky, Mr. Carrados? We still have a few bottles left. Or perhaps you prefer champagne?"
Carrados had very little intention of drinking anything in that house, nor did he think that with ordinary procrastination it would be necessary.
"You are very kind," he replied tentatively. "Should you permit the invalid either, Miss Darragh?"
"Oh, yes, in moderation," she smiled. "I think I hear your car," she added, and stepping to the window ventured to peep out.
It was true. Mr. Darragh had run it a shade too fine for once. For a moment he hesitated which course to take—to see who was arriving or to convey a warning to his henchman down below. He had turned towards
