you ever pick them up? There's James--"

"It was James's own fault. You know that yourself. He was too
self-willed for the job."

"James was a bonehead--I give you that. Then there was Hollis."

"The man was mad."

"Well, he went a bit woozy towards the end. It's enough to make
a man bug-house when he has to play a part from morning to night
with a hundred guys all ready to set the coppers wise to him.
But now there is Steiner--"

Von Bork started violently, and his ruddy face turned a shade
paler.

"What about Steiner?"

"Well, they've got him, that's all. They raided his store last
night, and he and his papers are all in Portsmouth jail. You'll
go off and he, poor devil, will have to stand the racket, and
lucky if he gets off with his life. That's why I want to get
over the water as soon as you do."

Von Bork was a strong, self-contained man, but it was easy to see
that the news had shaken him.

"How could they have got on to Steiner?" he muttered. "That's
the worst blow yet."