Lawless left Cape Town that night. He did not go alone, a fact that transpired very quickly, and caused consternation in more breasts than one. Colonel Grey was beside himself with fury. The man was an adventurer of the worst kind. He was living riotously on the money that was allowed him for a definite purpose, and that purpose, which was hazardous and dangerous and highly important, was being neglected while he amused himself after his own loose fashion with the funds that should only have been applied to one end. The Colonel summoned Simmonds to a consultation, and told him in the plainest language what he thought of the man he had recommended. "I did not recommend him," Simmonds returned. "I told you I knew very little about him. His noted pluck was the only qualification I gave you." The Colonel stared at him. "True!" he muttered. "His courage! ... Yes! I accepted that without proof. And when I saw the man I accepted him. This is where it leaves me." He looked at the other for a while without speaking, thinking deeply. This man--the traitor, the coward, the licentious liver--was in his pay for a term of six months. He had agreed to that, knowing what he did of the man's past life. He had believed in him. The strong, virile personality had been strangely convincing, all the more so in view of the fact that he had made no attempt to vindicate himself, nor sought to explain away facts. There had been something almost attractive in the curt directness of speech and manner that had seemed to repudiate the necessity for self-justification. That he had allowed himself to be deceived in this matter was entirely his own fault. It was only consistent with his record that the man should misuse the funds entrusted to him. And there was no redress possible because of the secret nature of the undertaking. "It's a bad business," he said at last--"the worst bungle that has been made so far. The fellow is entirely unprincipled. A man of that unscrupulous order is capable of turning the knowledge he has acquired to his own account. I feel now that I shall never see those letters." Simmonds did not feel particularly sanguine either. But he sought to encourage his chief. "In a case where a man is governed by his passions, you can't tell," he said. "This escapade is possibly merely an interlude. He'll come up to the mark later." His hearer did not look reassured. "It's somewhat of a coincidence," he added, after a moment's reflection, "that a woman has stepped in in two instances to the frustrating of your plans." Colonel Grey glanced up sharply. "The other affair was a matter of outwitting," he said. "This is different altogether. We've put ourselves in the power of a rogue, and we shall have to pay for it--dearly." "Yes."