It will be a life and death struggle under the Black Flag." It was this oath which made Clayton resolve to now hide his own private life slyly from all his colleagues.

And it was a most needful precaution.

For one single imprudence would give to his enemies the secret of his devotion to the dark-eyed woman whose eyes seemed to shine through all the clouds around him.
And, strange to say, the watchful Einstein had as yet made no report, though each night during the week Clayton had seen the youth hovering afar, at varied times, and in strangely incongruous changes of external adornment.
It was while Clayton was hastily packing up his bank deposits, upon the Monday morning, which had at last arrived, young Einstein glided into the room and drew Clayton to the door, left slightly ajar.
"There, quick," he whispered.

"Those two fellows at the elevator, now.

They have just come out from reporting to old Wade.