A beam of sunlight shot through the doorway, and enveloped Hillyard's arm and hand.

The tiny slim phial glittered like silver; and to all of them in the cabin it became a sinister engine of destruction.
"That, as you say, is your affair.

I must go," said Jose, and he shook hands with Hillyard and Fairbairn, and went out on to the deck.

"_Hasta luego!_" "_Hasta ahora!_" returned Hillyard; and Jose Medina walked down the steps of the ladder to his felucca.

The blue sea widened between the two vessels; and in a week, Hillyard descended from a train on to the platform of the Quai D'Orsay station in Paris.