The youth drained his glass, watched it replenished, and drained it again. Then they went out to the car. “There is one thing yet to be done,” he said. “Wait here for me.” They waited whilst he climbed up toward the shed. The two men watched him. A little group of rustics stood open-mouthed around the great car. Then there was a little shout. From above their heads came the sound of a great explosion--red flames were leaping up from that black barn to the sky. The two men looked at one another. They rushed to the hill and met the youth descending. “What the--” He stopped them. “I dared not leave it here,” he explained. “It would have been madness. I am perfectly certain that I have been watched during the last few days. I can build another in a week. I have the plans in my pocket for every part.” The older man wiped the perspiration from his forehead. “You are sure--that you have the plans?” he asked. The youth struck himself on the chest. “They are here,” he answered, “every one of them!” “Perhaps you are right, then,” the other man answered. “It gave me a turn, though. You are sure that you can make it again in the time you say?” “Of course!” the youth answered, impatiently. “Besides, the thing is so simple. It speaks for itself.” They climbed into the car, and in a few minutes were rushing away southwards. “To-morrow night--to-morrow night it all begins!” the youth continued. “I must start with ready-made clothes. I’ll get the best I can, eat the best I can, drink wine, go to the music halls. To-morrow night.” His speech ended in a wail--a strange, half-stifled cry which rang out with a chill, ghostly sound upon the black silence. His face was covered with a wet towel, a ghastly odor was in his nostrils, his lips refused to utter any further sound. He lay back among the cushions, senseless. The car slowed down. “Get the papers, quick!” the elder man muttered, opening the youth’s coat. “Here they are! Catch hold, Dick! My God! What’s that?” He shook from head to foot. The little fair man looked at him with contempt. “A sheep bell on the moor,” he said. “Are you sure you have everything?” “Yes!” the other muttered. They both stood up and raised the prostrate form between them. Below them were the black waters of the lake. “Over with him!” the younger said. “Quick!” Once more his companion shrank away. “Listen!” he muttered, hoarsely. They both held their breaths. From somewhere along the road behind came a faint sound like the beating of an engine. “It’s a car!” the elder man exclaimed. “Quick! Over with him!” They lifted the body of the boy, whose lips were white and speechless now, and threw him into the water. With a great splash he disappeared. They watched for a moment. Only the ripples flowed away from the place where he had sunk. They jumped back to their seats. “There’s something close behind,” the older man muttered. “Get on! Fast! Fast!” The younger man hesitated.