Colonel Grey regarded him attentively. It was an extraordinary thing, but the sight of the purposeful face, with the steady eyes, and the deep, slanting scar, was strangely reassuring. Unaccountably, he felt his resentment dying. Against his reason, against his volition, he had a liking for the man. In face of his liking the charges against him seemed monstrous. It was almost incredible that he should have been cashiered from the Army for cowardice--"misbehaviour in the Field in the face of the enemy," that was the wording of the indictment. He had received the information from an unquestionable source. Through the same channel he had learnt that subsequently, under another name, he had taken up arms against his country. The first was a grave enough offence in the Colonel's opinion, the second was unpardonable. "Have you no news for me?" he asked abruptly, sitting very straight in his chair, his brows drawn fiercely together while he watched his companion from under them with a curiously intent gaze. "It is many weeks since we met." Lawless leant back negligently, his knees crossed, one arm, with the hand lying loosely open, resting on the table. At his last remark he looked over at the speaker in his quick, direct way, and said: "I supposed that was why you had summoned me. You've been wondering what I have been doing with your time and your money... Well, not much... I've learnt one thing, that Van Bleit carries the papers on his person for their greater safety, and a loaded revolver for his own. Apart from that we are not more forward." "You've no plan for getting the packet from him?" "Not so far. The fellow does not give me a chance. If I spent forty-eight hours beneath the same roof with him, I'd manage it... Of course, I could get hold of what you want at any time if I chose to kill the brute; but I've a strong disinclination to swing for him." "Yes." Colonel Grey looked thoughtful. "That wouldn't do," he said. "No! ... We don't want murder done... Risky... And awkward too... afterwards... too many questions asked." There was silence between them for a space. Inside the room a death-watch ticked loudly against the wainscot, and without a large white moth beat with futile insistence upon the window-pane in its endeavours to reach the light. The noise of its soft body thudding against the glass drew Colonel Grey's attention to the fact that the blinds were not drawn. He rose promptly and lowered them. "Quite unnecessary," Lawless observed. "I saw to it when I took this seat that no one, unless he stood on the stoep and stared deliberately in at the window, could see me sitting here." The Colonel wheeled round and faced him. "Your forethought is quite extraordinary," he said, "for a novice at the game." The other laughed carelessly. "During an adventurous life," he replied, "I've had rogues to deal with before."