"I think Will's right," said Marion suddenly. She lit a cigarette while we waited. "I think we mustn't press our luck too far. At least we should wait until we have a plan. I think--I really think one will be enough." "Why?" "Those million to one odds. Why did the experiment succeed the second time? I think God's with us. I think God's on our side, and means us to win." We were all very quiet for a while. * * * * * I went over to a wall mirror and examined my face. I took out my little tin of pancake makeup, Marion's clever idea, and spread some thinly on the scars of the blast: the little pink almost-healed scars that ran across the bridge of my nose and scattered out fanwise toward my ears. We were dealing with cleverness beyond thought, and every tiny giveaway must be taken care of. "Jerry Wolfe died," I said, still peering in the mirror, "because he was taken unawares, because he hadn't prepared himself to stay incognito among them. I have. I've had my first sight of _them_, and been terribly shocked, yes; but now I think I'll be all right. I'm ready to go." "Up to London?" "Yes." "We'll all go." "In a bunch? I don't think." "No, in pairs and trios. But there's no sense in any of us frettin' here without news from you." The Colonel was firm. "The motors are below. Ready, you chaps?" "Packed and primed," said Geoff. "Let's be off." And almost before I knew it we were in the old stables, putting our gear in the back of Alec's great red Rolls. "Who'll ride with me?" I asked. "Not I," barked the Colonel promptly. "I've had some of your idea of driving." "I'll go with you, Will," said Geoff Exeter. "Just put my fist on the car, will you?" I did so, and he climbed in. "I like speed," he said. I had been hoping for Marion's company, but Geoff--well, he rated a front-row stall in the game. He'd lost his eyes for us. I said, "Geoff will stick with me for the first days. The rest of you put up at the Albany, where Colonel Bedford has a suite, and at that inn in Baker Street, The Gray Gander. Geoff and I will be at the Gloucester Club." "I shall be there too, sir," said Johnson. "I've been on 'sick leave' quite long enough." "Roger. Geoff, the Sergeant and I at the Gloucester. The Colonel and John at the Albany. Marion and Alec at The Gray Gander. Don't get in touch with me, unless you give birth to some really ripping idea. I'll find you when there's news." I touched Marion's hand in farewell, and slid into the Jaguar. We backed out and shot away into the blue. CHAPTER VI We stood at the bar of a dingy little pub on the outskirts of the dingy little district of Seven Dials. Geoff, who was learning to orient himself by sounds, heard the clunk of his mug on the bar, and unerringly put his fingers around it. "Pretty good, eh?" he asked me, sipping the half-and-half. "You'll be a wizard at it in a few months."