hispered--

"Hold yourself in readiness. Go to my room at nine punctually, and
you'll find on the table half a dozen novels done up in a strap. Just
take them carefully, put them in the car, and then get away, first to
Northampton to change the body of the car, and then to Parkeston Quay.
Wait for me there at the Great Eastern Hotel, in the name of Parker.
Take great care of the books. I shall give you other instructions before
people presently, but take no notice of them. I'll join you as soon as
it's safe."

And with that, he turned upon his heel and left me.

The dressing-gong was just sounding as I walked across to the garage, in
order to look through the car and charge the lamps, prior to my night
journey. I was wondering what was about to happen. That some _coup_ was
to be made that night was very evident. I spent half an hour on the car,
and had all in order, when a servant came to say that my master wanted
me.

I found Bindo in the hall, laughing gaily with some ladies, prior to
going in to dinner.

"Oh, Ewart," he said, when I entered, cap in hand, "I want you to run
the car over to Birmingham to-night, and bring Colonel Fielding here
to-morrow. You know where he lives--at Welford Park. He's expecting you.
The roads are all right, so you'll make good time. You'd better get a
couple of outer covers, too, when you're there. You'll bring the Colonel
back in time for dinner to-morrow--you understand?"

"Yes, sir," I replied, and, bowing, went out, while with the ladies he
turned in the direction of the dining-room.

I idled about until the stable clock was just on the point of striking
nine, when I made my way by the servants' staircase to my master's room.
The corridor was in semi-darkness. I rapped, but there being no one
there, I entered, switched on the light, and there upon the table found
the small pile of new, cloth-bound six-shilling novels, held together
with a strap of webbing, such as lawyers use to tie up their papers.

I took them up, switched off the light, and carried them downstairs to
the car, which I had previously brought out into the stable-yard. My
lamps were already lit, and I was in the act of putting on my frieze
coat when Saunders, driving the Mercedes, passed me, going towards the
main entrance of the Hall. He had a passenger--a guest from the station,
judging from his dress.

As the stranger descended from the car the light over the steps revealed
his face. I started. It was th