deposited in a bank and take a receipt for them. A Scotch bank
is no' in a hurry to surrender a deposit without it gets the
proper authority."

Heritage brought his hands together with a smack. "That's an idea.
Will you trust us to take these things and deposit them safely?"

For a little she was silent and her eyes were fixed on each of the
trio in turn. "I will trust you," she said at last. "I think you
will not betray me."

"By God, we won't!" said the Poet fervently. "Dogson, it's up to you.
You march off to Glasgow in double quick time and place the stuff in
your own name in your own bank. There's not a moment to lose.
D'you hear?"

"I will that." To his own surprise Dickson spoke without hesitation.
Partly it was because of his merchant's sense of property, which
made him hate the thought that miscreants should acquire that to
which they had no title; but mainly it was the appeal in those
haggard childish eyes. "But I'm not going to be tramping the
country in the night carrying a fortune and seeking for trains that
aren't there. I'll go the first thing in the morning."

"Where are they?" Heritage asked.

"That I do not tell. But I will fetch them."

She left the room, and presently returned with three odd little
parcels wrapped in leather and tied with thongs of raw hide.