"I tell you I'm off out of the country to-night," Dorward declared.

"I shall head for England.

Pearce is there himself, and I tell you it will be just the greatest day of my life when I put this packet in his hand.

We'll make New York hum, I can promise you, and Europe too." Bellamy's manner was perfectly quiet--too quiet to be altogether natural.

His hand was straying towards his pocket.
"Dorward," he said, speaking rapidly, and keeping his back to the door, "you don't realize what you're up against.