accomplished is to reduce our probable risk down to Yussuf Dakmar, who's
a mean squib at best; and I think we've drawn suspicion clear away from
Mabel Ticknor. All that remains is for me to go to that room where you
see the light burning and discuss matters with the chief."

"If he's awake he's lonely!" said I; and I told Grim of our experience
inside the building.

"Yes," he said. "Governments are all like that. They talk glibly of
the ship of state; but a ship run in the same way would pile up or sink
the first night out. You'd better go home and get an hour's sleep;
I'll call you at seven."

"We'll take turns sleeping on the train," I answered. "Come first and
rescue Jeremy. I think the guard pinched him. Say, did you intend one
of us to go and decoy the guard away that time you raised your voice?"

"Sure. Recognized your voices--yours especially--when you passed, and
heard you breathe as you crept back. You nearly spoilt the game by
turning out the guard, but you saved it again handsomely."

"It's a marvel those Sikhs didn't shoot Jeremy in the dark," I answered.

"You bet it is," said Grim. "I guess he's too useful to be allowed to
die just now."

He hung his head, thinking, as we walked side by side. "That was a
close shave--too close! Well, as you say, let's go and rescue him."