“You are well advised,” said the lawyer, with a slight bow. “Of course,” said Angel, “there is a warrant in existence for your arrest.” “Of course,” agreed Spedding politely. “I got it as a precautionary measure,” Angel went on in his most affable manner. “Naturally,” said the lawyer; “and now----” “Oh, now,” said Angel, “I wanted to give you formal notice that, on behalf of Miss Kent, we intend opening the safe to-morrow.” “I will be there,” said the lawyer, and rang a bell. “And,” added Angel in a lower voice, “keep out of Jimmy’s way.” Spedding’s lips twitched, the only sign of nervousness he had shown during the interview, but he made no reply. As the clerk stood waiting at the open door, Spedding, with his most gracious smile, said-- “Er--and did you get home safely this morning?” “Quite, thank you,” replied Angel, in no wise perturbed by the man’s audacity. “Did you find your country quarters--er--comfortable?” “Perfectly,” said Angel, rising to the occasion, “but the function was a failure.” “The function?” The lawyer bit at the bait Angel had thrown. “Yes,” said the detective, his hand on the door, “the house-warming, you know.” Angel chuckled to himself all the way back to the Embankment. His grim little jest pleased him so much that he must needs call in and tell his chief, and the chief’s smile was very flattering. “You’re a bright boy,” he said, “but when the day comes for you to arrest that lawyer gentleman, I trust you will, as a precautionary measure, purge your soul of all frivolities, and prepare yourself for a better world.” “If,” said Angel, “I do not see the humorous side of being killed, I shall regard my life as badly ended.” “Get out,” ordered the Commissioner, and Angel got. He realized as the afternoon wore on that he was very tired, and snatched a couple of hours’ sleep before keeping the appointment he had made with Jimmy earlier in the day. Whilst he was dressing Jimmy came in--Jimmy rather white, with a surgical bandage round his head, and carrying with him the pungent scent of iodoform. “Hullo,” said Angel in astonishment, “what on earth have you been doing?” Jimmy cast an eye round the room in search of the most luxurious chair before replying. “Ah,” he said with a sigh of contentment as he seated himself, “that’s better.” Angel pointed to the bandage. “When did this happen?” “An hour or so ago,” said Jimmy. “Spedding is a most active man.” Angel whistled. “Conventionally?” he asked. “Artistically,” responded Jimmy, nodding his bandaged head. “A runaway motor-car that followed my cab--beautifully done. The cab horse was killed and the driver has a concussion, but I saw the wheeze and jumped.” “Got the chauffeur?” asked Angel anxiously. “Yes; it was in the City. You know the City police? Well, they had him in three seconds. He tried to bolt, but that’s a fool’s game in the City.” “Was it Spedding’s chauffeur?” Jimmy smiled pityingly.