When you come back here to play your part, you'll make it a success--the whole blessed thing.
I don't wish you were here now, except that it's yours--all of it-- but I wish you to beat Barode Barouche.
Yours to the knife, LUKE TARBOE.
He read the letter through, and coming to the words, "When you come back here to play your part, you'll make it a success--the whole blessed thing," he paused, reflecting...

He wondered what Carnac would think the words meant, and he felt it was bold, and, maybe, dangerous play; but it was not more dangerous than facts he had dealt with often in the last two years.

He would let it stand, that phrase of the hidden meaning.

He did not post the letter yet.
Four days later he put on his wide-brimmed panama hat and went out into the street leading to the centre of the city.

There was trouble in the river reaches between his men and those of Belloc-Grier, and he was keeping an appointment with Belloc at Fabian Grier's office, where several such meetings had taken place.
He had not gone far, however, when he saw a sprightly figure in light-brown linen cutting into his street from a cross-road.