Furley, who had been whispering to the Bishop, turned towards Julian.
"It seems," he announced, "that the originals of most of Freistner's communications have been destroyed." "And why not ?" Fenn demanded passionately.

"Why should I keep letters which would lay a rope around my neck any day they were found?
You all know as well as I do that we've been expecting the police to raid the place ever since we took it." "I am a late comer," Julian observed, "but surely some of you others have seen the original communications ?" Thomas Evans spoke up from the other end of the table,--a small, sturdily built man, a great power in South Wales.
"To be frank," he said, "I don't like these insinuations.

Fenn's been our secretary from the first.

He opened the negotiations, and he's carried them through.

We either trust him, or we don't.