CHAPTER NINETEEN.
Greenmantle Peter scarcely looked up from his breakfast.
'I'm willing, Dick,' he said.

'But you mustn't ask me to be friends with Stumm.

He makes my stomach cold, that one.' For the first time he had stopped calling me 'Cornelis'.

The day of make-believe was over for all of us.
'Not to be friends with him,' I said, 'but to bust him and all his kind.' 'Then I'm ready,' said Peter cheerfully.

'What is it ?' I spread out the maps on the divan.