"There is first of all a telegram from Mr.Jarvice couched in curious language." Garratt Skinner's face lost its smile of amusement.
"Indeed ?" he said.

He was plainly disconcerted.
"Yes." Chayne produced the telegram from his letter case, read it aloud with his eyes upon Garratt Skinner, and replaced it.

"'What are you waiting for?
Hurry up! Jarvice.' There is no need at all events to ask Mr.Jarvice what he was waiting for, is there?
He wanted to lay his hands upon the money for which Hine's life was insured." Garratt Skinner leaned back in his chair.

His eyes never left Chayne's face, his face grew set and stern.

He had a dangerous look, the look of a desperate man at bay.
"Then there is a certain incident to be considered which took place in the house near Weymouth.