"Listen," she said, after a brief pause. "You were at school, were
you not, with Mr. David Bellamy? You know well who he is?"

"Perfectly well," Laverick admitted.

"You would consider him a person to be trusted?"

"Absolutely."

"Very well, then," she declared. "You shall come to my fiat at five
o'clock this afternoon and bring that document. If it is possible,
David Bellamy shall be there himself. We will try then and prove
to you that you do no harm in parting with that document to us."

"I will come," Laverick promised, "at five o'clock; but you must
tell me where."

"You will put it down, please," she said. "There must not be any
mistake. You must come, and you must come to-day. I am staying at
number 15, Dover Street. I will leave orders that you are shown
in at once."

She rose to her feet and he walked to the door with her. On the way
she hesitated.

"Take care of yourself to-day, Mr. Laverick," she begged. "There
are others beside myself who are interested in that packet you carry
with you. You represent to them things beside which life and death
are trivial happenings."