"Present this sugar to your feathered friend with my compliments," said he. "And ask him to excuse you for a moment." Hugo Van Diest returned to the table wreathed in smiles. "So you wish to talk. Proceed." "If Barraclough has the concession what have you to gain?" The banter had died out of the old man's voice. "There wass millions of concessions never taken up. S'pose thiss one is lost, eh? Who will be the wiser?" "I see. Dog in the Manger?" "We lock the stable door before the horse arrife that is all." "And how far have you decided to go--all the way?" Van Diest appeared to deliberate before answering. "Accidents, you know, they will happen. These boys wass ver' reckless. With all these motors and trains life is risky, the streets too, are dangerous. You never know with these boys." He stopped as Hilbert Torrington drew the telephone toward him. "What are you going to do?" "Ring up the Police, my friend. You will be charged with conspiracy and intent to murder." Van Diest's little eyes glittered threateningly. "By the time the Police arrife it will be too late," said he. "Put down that telephone. I wass not so easily frightened." His voice pitched up and seemed suddenly to catch fire. He rose to his feet and beat the table with both hands. "You fool, thiss wass business, business, business, the meaning, the motive of my whole life, and if you think I give way at the threat of a rope you don't know Hugo Van Diest. My heart, my whole soul, I haf invest in this enterprise and I don't leave it. I don't move one inch till I haf what I want." "Money?" thundered Mr. Torrington. "Pounds, my friend, shillings and pence." "And men's lives." There was a fine scorn in the old man's tone. "Money! I hate the name of it. It turns the honour and cleanliness of men into trashy circles of metal. To business then. What chance has Barraclough of winning through?" "Very small." "Go on!" "If you want that thiss radium company shall be floated you would haf the better chance if----" "Well?" "You gif to us one-third interest." "And that represents his chances?" Van Diest nodded unpleasantly. "But you will understand of course, that there iss not a lot of time to lose." "In a word you are prepared to call off your dogs for a matter of millions." "So!" The bedroom door was flung open and Isabel burst excitedly into the room. "There are some horrible men watching the back of the flats," she cried. "Are they ours?" "Perhaps you would like to answer this young lady?" asked Mr. Torrington. But Van Diest only shrugged his shoulders. Isabel ran to the window. "And there--down there," she pointed to the street below, "there are more. What does it mean?" The sound of her cries brought the others hurrying into the room. "What is it now?" demanded Cassis.