t so?" said the colonel in surprise.

"I thought you wouldn't realise the fact," said Ferguson, "but you've
been drawing very heavily of late."

"I'll put it right," said the colonel. "It is not overdrawn?" he asked
jocularly, and Ferguson smiled.

"You've eighty thousand pounds in Account B," he said. "I suppose you
don't want to touch that?"

Account B was the euphonious name for the fund which was the common
property of all the leaders of the Boundary Gang.

"Unless you're anxious that I should get penal servitude for
fraudulently converting the company's funds?" said the colonel in the
same strain. "No, I'll fix my account some time to-day. In the
meantime"--he produced a package from his hip-pocket--"I want this to go
into my safe."

"Certainly," said Ferguson, and struck a bell. A clerk answered the
call. "Take Colonel Boundary to the vaults. He wants to deposit
something in his safe," he said, "or would you like me to do it,
colonel?"

"I'll do it myself," said the colonel.

He followed the clerk down the spiral staircase to the well-lit vault,
and with the key which the man handed him opened Safe No. 20. It was
divided into two compartments, that on the left consisting of a deep
drawer, which he pulled out. It was half filled with American paper
currency, as he knew--currency neatly parcelled and carefully packed by
his own hands.

"I often wonder, Colonel Boundary," said the interested clerk, "why you
don't use the bank safe. When a customer has his own, you know, we are
not responsible for any of his losses."

"I know that," said the colonel genially. "Still one must take a risk."

He placed the package on the top of the money, pushed back the drawer,
locked the safe and handed the key to the young man.

"I think the bank takes enough risks without asking them to accept any
more," he said, "and besides, I like to take a little risk myself
sometimes."

"So I've heard," said the clerk innocently, and the colonel shot a
questioning look at the young man.

CHAPTER XXXI

THE VOICE AGAIN

He left the bank with the sense of having done his duty by himself. He
had not planned the route by which he was leaving the country, or the
hour. Much was to happen before he shook the dust of England from his
feet, and as he had arranged matters he would have plenty of time to
think things over before he made his departure.

A great deal happened in the next few days to make him believe that the
ne