'By George, you don't stick at trifles, young man.

You don't suppose I would go into a man's rooms and steal his inventions like that ?' 'I scarcely suppose you would,' said Dare indifferently, as he rose.
'And if I were to,' said Havill curiously, 'how is the coolness to be caused ?' 'By the second man.' 'Who is to produce him ?' 'Her Majesty's Government.' Havill looked meditatively at his companion, and shook his head.

'In these idle suppositions we have been assuming conduct which would be quite against my principles as an honest man.' II.
A few days after the party at Stancy Castle, Dare was walking down the High Street of Markton, a cigarette between his lips and a silver-topped cane in his hand.

His eye fell upon a brass plate on an opposite door, bearing the name of Mr.Havill, Architect.

He crossed over, and rang the office bell.
The clerk who admitted him stated that Mr.Havill was in his private room, and would be disengaged in a short time.