All things come to those who wait, and Mr. Miller had not to wait long. A man strode suddenly out of the custom-house gate, thrust aside the Spanish porter who was snatching at his handbag, and made a beckoning motion towards a cab. Mr. Miller strode quietly forward and reached it simultaneously with the fare. The man looked at him with a sudden irritable alertness and then broke into a grin. "You're here," he said, and flung his bag upon the seat. The other responded with a tiny shrug as if he deprecated the platitudinous nature of the remark. He motioned the man to take his seat, sat down beside him, and told the driver the name of an hotel. "Your man is looking after your heavy luggage?" he questioned. The other nodded impatiently. "Yes," he said. "Not that there's much to look after." He turned and glanced into his companion's face. "I'm getting down to bed-rock now; nothing left to waste on trivialities. I nearly came second class." Miller's eyebrows rose. "That would have been unnecessary." He speculated. "Imbecile, as it turned out," agreed the man. "There were some bridge-playing Southerners on board, old school, couldn't bring themselves to be civil to the New Yorkers, but ready to take an Englishman, and a lord, moreover, to their hearts. No high play, but I'm eight hundred dollars up on the voyage." Miller nodded placidly. "Bed-rock is quite a way down yet," he smiled. "Not if expenses are to mount as you advised me in your last letter," snapped the other. "Has anything been done?" Miller shook his head slowly. "Force is beyond us," he said, "for we don't possess it. Bribery is out of the question; there is no one left by the other side who has not had his price. Opportunity may be ours. We must await it." "And waiting costs twenty pounds a week!" The gray man turned his opened palm outwards with a deprecative motion which was not English at all. "My dear Lord Landon, how can Opportunity be seized if there is no one to meet her when she appears?" Landon gave a dissatisfied grunt. "How many lacqueys have you set to wait on her?" "Six," said Miller, succinctly. "Six men of action, who would have succeeded before now, but for an accident." Landon's face took on the eager expression of a wolf to whom a distant taint is brought by the evening wind. "Eh?" he cried. "There has been a chance, then; their defences are not impregnable?" Miller shook his head. "They have been strengthened since," he said diffidently. "But the weak spot in them is the child himself. He has never had, if you will pardon the remark, proper control. He is frankly disobedient of the precautions with which they surround him." Landon grinned. "There's my blood in him," he chuckled. "And, by God, I'm fond of the little toad, too. It's not only to spite her, Miller, or for the money that's in it. I never took the trouble to whop him; I believe he'd come to me of his own accord, if he had the chance."