success would present itself.

"Do you want it carried any further?" he asked. "It's very heavy."

"I suppose you mean you're wondering what's in it?" said Deede
Dawson sharply.

"It's nothing to me what's in it--silver or anything else,"
retorted Dunn. "Do you want me to carry it further, that's all I
asked?"

"No," answered Deede Dawson. "No, I don't. Do you know, if you
knew what was really in it, you'd be surprised?"

"Very likely," answered Dunn. "Why not?"

"Yes, you would be surprised," Deede Dawson repeated, and suddenly
shouted into the darkness: "Are you ready? Are you ready there?"

Dunn was very startled, for somehow, he had supposed all along that
Deede Dawson was quite alone.

There was no answer to his call, but after a minute or two there
was the sound of a motor-car engine starting and then a big car
came gliding forward and stopped in front of them, driven by a form
so muffled in coats and coverings as to be indistinguishable in that
faint light.

"Put the case inside," Deede Dawson said. "I'll help you."