or no?"

Neither Lane nor Miss Euston looked at each other for a moment.

"Is it in my hands?" repeated Craig.

"Yes," bit off Lane, sourly.

"And you, Miss Euston?"

"Of course," she answered.

"Then we all go," decided Craig. "Lane, may I install this thing
in your telegraph-room outside?"

"Anything you say," Lane returned, unmollified.

Whiting set to work immediately, while Kennedy gave him the final
instructions.

Neither Lane nor Miss Euston spoke a word, even when I left the
room for a moment, fearing that three was a crowd. I could not
help wondering whether she might not have heard something more
from the woman in the tea-room conversation than she had told us.
If she had, she had been more frank with Lane than with us. She
must have told him. Certainly she had not told us. It was the only
way I could account for the armed truce that seemed to exist as,
hour after hour, our train carried us nearer the point where we
were to meet the treasure-train.