"Without a doubt," replied Enrico, whose knowledge of British criminal courts was of a first-hand order. "But in a way you are lucky. You were paid--I was not. I succeeded--you failed." The German raised his eyebrows, but forbore to elicit further information concerning Jaures’ motives. "My difficulty," resumed Otto, "is what I am to do with this banker’s order. I undertook the business because I was hard up, and should I be hanged or even imprisoned my family will not benefit because the money will be confiscated." He paused. Enrico eyed him thoughtfully. He would willingly rob anybody. Now was a chance of enriching himself at the expense of his semi-compatriot. "These English cannot keep me in captivity much longer," he observed. "They can prove nothing against me. When I regain my liberty I propose paying a visit to my mother’s relations in Lubeck. Perhaps I might be able to render you a service by handing that draft to your relatives." Otto showed no great eagerness to close with the offer. His hesitation increased his companion’s cupidity. "Rest assured that the money will eventually reach a safe destination," he urged enigmatically. "Better even to run the risk of its being lost than to let it fall into the hands of these Englishmen." "That is so," agreed Otto. "At any rate I can entrust it in your keeping for the next few days until I know what they propose doing with me. You will, of course, be paid well for your trouble." Enrico waved his hands deprecatingly, swearing by his patron Saint Enrico of Guadalajara that it would be a pleasure and a duty to assist a German in distress. "Very well, then," agreed Otto, producing a paper from the double crown of his tarboosh. The Rock Scorp, craftily concealing his delight at the success of his plan, took the document and glanced at the amount written thereon. As he did so he uttered an exclamation. "Dios!" he ejaculated. "What is it?" enquired Otto. "The signature--Hans von Effrich. I know the man. He was at Barcelona when the U-boats were busy. I helped him to--" He broke off abruptly, realising, perhaps, that there were limits to an exchange of confidences. "Von Effrich--I have never met him," declared Otto. "All I know is that he is now an agent for Count Karl von Sinzig." "Where is he now?" enquired Jaures. "Who?--von Sinzig or von Effrich?" "Von Effrich." "He is usually to be found in Corinth," replied Otto. "Why do you ask?" "Because he might also pay me what von Sinzig owes me," replied Enrico. "We apparently are engaged on similar tasks." "To cripple or delay this airship," added Otto. "Up to the present we have not made much of a success of it. My prospects are not at all bright, but my one hope is that when we arrive at Singapore von Blicker will be there. A clever fellow, von Blicker. I met him at von Effrich’s house just before I left Corinth for Alexandria--a month ago." "What is he going to do?" asked Enrico.