since that time, although he had taken no particular precautions,
he had remained unmolested. From his own point of view, therefore,
it was perhaps only reasonable that he should no longer have any
misgiving as to his personal safety. ARREST as a thief was the
worst which he had feared. Even that he seemed now to have evaded.

The coupe was exceedingly comfortable and, after all, he had had a
somewhat exciting day. He lit a cigarette and stretched himself
out with a murmur of immense satisfaction. He was close upon the
great triumph of his life. He was perfectly content to lie there
and look out upon the flying landscape, upon which the shadows were
now fast descending. He was safe, absolutely safe, he assured
himself. Nevertheless, when the door of his coupe was opened, he
started almost like a guilty man. The relief in his face as he
recognized his visitor was obvious. It was Bellamy who entered
and dropped into a seat by his side.

"Wasting your time, aren't you?" the latter remarked, pointing to
the growing heap of cigarettes.

"Well, I guess not," Dorward answered. "I can smoke this lot before
we reach London."

Bellamy smiled enigmatically.

"I don't think that you will," he said.

"Why not?"

"You are such a sanguine person," Bellamy sighed. "Personally, I