“The guard at the safe is permanently withdrawn by Spedding’s order.” “That I know,” said Angel. “It was withdrawn the very night the ‘Borough Lot’ came. On whose behalf is Spedding acting?” “On behalf of Connor, who I understand is one of the legatees.” Angel whistled. “Whew! Jimmy, this is to be the Grand Finale.” He appeared deep in thought for a moment. “It will be necessary for Miss Kent to be present,” he said after a while. From a neighboring district messenger office he got on by the telephone to a garage, and within half an hour they were ringing the bell at Kathleen’s modest little house. The girl rose to greet them as they entered. All sign of the last night’s fatigue had vanished. “Yes,” she replied, “I have slept the greater part of the day.” Angel observed that she studiously kept her eyes from Jimmy, and that that worthy was preternaturally interested in a large seascape that hung over the fireplace. “This is the last occasion we shall be troubling you at so late an hour,” said Angel, “but I am afraid we shall want you with us to-night.” “I will do whatever you wish,” she answered simply. “You have been, both of you, most kind.” She flashed a glance at Jimmy, and saw for the first time the surgical dressing on his head. “You--you are not hurt?” she cried in alarm, then checked herself. “Not at all,” said Jimmy loudly, “nothing, I assure you.” He was in an unusual panic, and wished he had not come. “He tripped over a hearthrug and fell against a marble mantelpiece,” lied Angel elaborately. “The marble has been in the possession of my family for centuries, and is now badly, and I fear irretrievably, damaged.” Jimmy smiled, and his smile was infectious. “A gross libel, Miss Kent,” he said, recovering his nerve. “As a matter of fact----” “As a matter of fact,” interrupted Angel impressively, “Jimmy was walking in his sleep----” “Be serious, Mr. Angel,” implored the girl, who was now very concerned as she saw the extent of Jimmy’s injury, and noticed the dark shadows under his eyes. “Was it Spedding?” “It was,” said Angel promptly. “A little attempt which proved a failure.” Jimmy saw the concern in the girl’s eyes, and, manlike, it cheered him. “It is hardly worth talking about,” he said hastily, “and I think we ought not to delay our departure a second.” “I will not keep you a moment longer than I can help,” she said, and left the room to dress herself for the journey. “Jimmy,” said Angel, as soon as she had gone, “cross my hand with silver, pretty gentleman, and I will tell your fortune.” “Don’t talk rot,” replied Jimmy. “I can see a bright future, a dark lady with big gray eyes, who----” “For Heaven’s sake, shut up!” growled Jimmy, very red; “she’s coming.” They reached the Safe Deposit when the bells of the city were chiming the half-hour after eleven. “Shall we go in?” asked Jimmy. “Better not,” advised Angel. “If Spedding knows we have a key it might spoil the whole show.”