"
"If it ever does," Phineas Duge remarked quietly. "Well, go on about
Norris Vine."
Once more Littleson looked around the room.
"You know Dan Prince is over here?" he said softly.
Duge nodded.
"So far," he remarked, "his being over here does not seem to have
affected the situation."
"He has made one attempt," Littleson whispered. "He got inside, and he
had certain information that Vine was going to return that night.
Whether he had warning or not no one can tell, but he never came back.
They followed him a few nights ago across Trafalgar Square, hoping that
he was going down toward the Embankment, but he took a hansom and drove
to his club. They followed, and waited for him to come out, but there
was a policeman standing at the very entrance, within a foot of them.
This isn't New York, Duge. You can't depend upon getting the coast clear
for this sort of thing over here, and Prince will take no risks. He is a
rich man in his way, and he wants to live to enjoy his money. He's as
clever as they make them, although he's failed twice here. I fancy he
has something else pending."
"And meanwhile," Duge said quietly, "to-morrow morning's paper may
contain our damnation.
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