The price might be a great one, but he was prepared to pay.

At any moment the sensational news might be upon the placards, and the whole world might know that the man who had been murdered in Crooked Friars last night had first been robbed of twenty thousand pounds.
So far he had felt himself curiously free from anything in the shape of direct apprehensions.

Already, however, the shadow was beginning to fall.

Even as he entered his office, the sight of a stranger offering office files for sale made him start.

He half expected to feel a hand upon his shoulder, a few words whispered in his ear.