"Probably," said Boyne. "But remember, if there are any awkward inquiries—as there may be if we can’t settle completely with Céline—then we must be absent from London for a year or two." "That’s a pity," declared the Red Widow. "Recollect what I said regarding that woman Vesey, whose hair is almost similar to mine. I met her at Brighton some time ago, and we became very chummy. She has a place in Gloucestershire. And that other woman Sampson. Both affairs would be so easy—ten thousand each." "I know, my dear Ena, but let us square up this present deal first. That solicitor in the City is horribly slow. He is out of town till to-morrow. Time is going on. Each day brings us nearer open hostilities with Céline, therefore I suggest that Lilla should remain to receive the money and settle up, while you and I get away. I propose going to Spain, and you—well, you know Sweden well. Why not slip over to Stockholm? We will all meet again, say, at Trouville in six weeks’ time, and hold another consultation," suggested the man. "Yes," Lilla said. "That’s all very well. But it means that I’m to be left alone to face Céline!" "Well, it’s the only way," declared her husband. "It is not wise for all of us to await the payment. I agree that the solicitor might easily have obtained a settlement of the claim ere this—especially as it is not disputed. But the more respectable the solicitor the slower he is." "Are you sure that the fire at Bridge Place has aroused no suspicion?" asked Ena. "After a fire there’s always an inquiry as to how it originated." "Yes, when the place is insured. But mine was not—intentionally," Boyne replied, with a grin. "We couldn’t afford that upstairs laboratory to be discovered. Besides, there was enough stuff in the tubes to kill a whole town—all sorts of infectious diseases, from anthrax to bubonic plague. Lionel dabbled with them, and gleefully cultivated them with his broth and his trays and tubes of gelatine." "Well, as long as you are quite certain we are not watched, I don’t care," said the handsome woman, who was so often seen at table at the Ritz, the Carlton, and the Berkeley. "If we were, it would be most dangerous to meet, even as we are doing now." "Bah! You are both growing very nervy!" laughed Boyne derisively. "It is so foolish. Nothing serious can happen. Even when the French girl grows greedy, we can always settle with her. Between us we have laid up a nice little nest-egg for the future. I reckoned it out yesterday. The game is one of the few which is worth the candle." "And the people in their graves are better off!" laughed Lilla, who was utterly heartless and unscrupulous. Boyne rose and obtained a fresh cigarette, while his wife rang the bell for tea. The latter was brought in upon a fine old Sheffield plate tray, and Lilla poured it out. When the man-servant had gone, the Red Widow, turning to Boyne’s wife, said: