Slowly, very slowly at last, he withdrew his hand empty; but he only partially closed the drawer. The voice without was nearer now, was close at hand. The horse's hoofs had ceased to sound. There came the ring of spurred heels without, a man's hand tapped upon the doorpost, a man's figure showed suddenly against the darkness. "Hallo, Conyers! Still in the land of the living? Ye gods, what a fiendish night! Many thanks for the beacon! It's kept me straight for more than half the way." He entered carelessly, the lamplight full upon him--a handsome, straight-limbed young Hercules--tossed down his riding-whip, and looked round for a drink. "Here you are!" said Conyers, turning the rays of the lamp full upon some glasses on the table. "Ah, good! I'm as dry as a smoked herring. You must drink too, though. Yes, I insist. I have a toast to propose, so be sociable for once. What have you got in that drawer?" Conyers locked the drawer abruptly, and jerked out the key. "What do you want to know for?" His visitor grinned boyishly. "Don't be bashful, old chap! I always guessed you kept her there. We'll drink her health, too, in a minute. But first of all"--he was splashing soda-water impetuously out of a syphon as he spoke--"first of all--quite ready, I say? It's a grand occasion--here's to the best of good fellows, that genius, that inventor of guns, John Conyers! Old chap, your fortune's made. Here's to it! Hip--hip--hooray!" His shout was like the blare of a bull. Conyers rose, crossed to the door, and closed it. Returning, he halted by his visitor's side, and shook him by the shoulder. "Stop rotting, Palliser!" he said rather shortly. Young Palliser wheeled with a gigantic laugh, and seized him by the arms. "You old fool, Jack! Can't you see I'm in earnest? Drink, man, drink, and I'll tell you all about it. That gun of yours is going to be an enormous success--stupendous--greater even than I hoped. It's true, by the powers! Don't look so dazed. All comes to those who wait, don't you know. I always told you so." "To be sure, so you did." The man's words came jerkily. They had an odd, detached sound, almost as though he were speaking in his sleep. He turned away from Palliser, and took up his untouched glass. But the next instant it slipped through his fingers, and crashed upon the table edge. The spilt liquid streamed across the floor. Palliser stared for an instant, then thrust forward his own glass. "Steady does it, old boy! Try both hands for a change. It's this infernal heat." He turned with the words, and picked up a paper from the table, frowning over it absently, and whistling below his breath. When he finally looked round again his face cleared. "Ah, that's better! Sit down, and we'll talk. By Jove, isn't it colossal? They told me over at the fort that I was a fool to come across to-night. But I simply couldn't keep you waiting another night. Besides, I knew you would expect me."