smiled, very tenderly.

"There's one thing more. I...." Roger hesitated, and reddened slightly.
"I don't know just how to put it into words, but I want to tell you that
I feel I owe Molly and oh--everything--to you. I--oh, hang it--I--I...."
He stammered and was silent, but he gripped Good's hand again and held
it fast.

The older man's eyes winked with suspicious rapidity, and he swallowed
several times before he spoke. When he did there was a little tremble in
his voice.

"We Anglo-Saxons," he began. Then his voice broke, and he added in a
hurried whisper, "We can't talk--such fools...."

But as they held each other's hands and looked into each other's eyes,
both knew that the other understood.

Then Furniss and the Japanese photographer came in, and the tension
snapped. Roger, who shared Good's dislike for the reporter, having even
in private characterised him as a "buzzard," quickly withdrew, and Good
was left to complete the details of the evening's work.

Furniss plunged into the business at hand, without preliminaries.

"There are two doors between our room and 416. I'll keep watch through
the keyhole of one, and when I see anything and give the word, you pull
open the other and Sato snaps the flash--"

"But," interposed Good, "suppose something happens--and happens in
another part of the room. The camera will have to be far enough away to
give clearance for the door, and then it won't cover much--"

"Perhaps you'd like to have them stage the show outdoors and let us film
it for the movies," said Furniss sarcastically. The photographer laughed
furtively but Good affected not to hear him.

The reporter seemed to regret his insolence a little. "It's only a
hundred to one shot, of course," he explained more amicably. "Nothing
may happen. It may happen where we can't get it. We can only hope for
the best. But there's a table in the centre, and the light's in the
centre, and if anything happens that's the most likely place for it. If
we get it, we get it, and if we don't, we don't, that's all."

"I see," said Good, admiring, in spite of himself, the undeniable
ability of the man, however displeasing his personality.

"One thing more," continued Furniss. "The minute they hear the flash
they'll break for it. Most of 'em will run for the hall, because they're
cowards and fools. But Hennessy's neither one nor the other, and he'll
make straight for us. He's a big guy and ready for rough work.
Furthermore he'