and fifty pounds!"

"But that is money honestly made!"

"And so will this be money honestly made. The one was legalized by the
government authority; the other, in the end, will be recognized as--well,
as detectional and punitive expediency. That's why I say Pobloff doesn't
count!"

"But Pobloff _does_ count," persisted Frank. "He's a vindictive and
resourceful man, and he has a score against us to wipe out. Besides all
that, he's a master of intrigue, and he has the entire secret service of
France behind him, and he knows underground Europe as well as any spy on
the Continent. He will keep at us, I tell you, until he thinks he is
even!"

"Then let him--if he wants to," scoffed Durkin. "My work is with Keenan.
If Pobloff tries interfering with us, the best thing we can do is to get
the British Foreign Office after him. _They_ ought to be big enough for
him!"

"It's not a matter of bigness. _He_ won't fight that way. He would
never fight in the open. He knows his chances, and the country, and just
where to turn, and just how far to go--and where to hide, if he has to!"

"That's true enough, I suppose. But oh, if I only had him in New York,
I'd fight him to a finish, and never edge away from him and keep on the
run this way!"

"Of course; but, as you say, is it worth while? After all, he's only an
accident in the whole affair now, though a disagreeable one. And, what's
more, Pobloff will never follow us out of Europe. This is his stamping
ground. He had misfortune in America, and he's afraid of it. As I said
before, Pobloff and Keenan are the acid and the alkali that ought to make
the neutral salts. I mean, instead of trying to save them from each
other, we ought to fling them together, in some way. Let Pobloff do the
hunting for us--then let us hunt Pobloff!"

"But Keenan is wary, and shrewd, and far-seeing. How is he to be caught,
even by a Pobloff?"

"That only time and Pobloff can tell. It will never be by
brigandage--Keenan will never go far enough afield to give him a chance
for that. But I feel it in my bones--I feel that there is danger
impending, for us all."

Durkin turned and looked at her, wondering if her woman's intuition was
to penetrate deeper into the unknown than his own careful analysis.

"What danger?" he asked.

"Impending dangers cease to be dangers when they can be defined. It's
nothing more than a feeling. But the strangest part of the whole
situation is the fa