Simmonds looked at the other inquiringly. The Colonel was staring hard at the light that stood on the table between them, swiftly revolving, in a mind much given to scheming of late, plan after plan which, after a brief consideration, he put successively on one side as ineffectual or unfeasible. While he thought he smoked in a state of inward fume, oblivious of his companion altogether. It was very evident that the last check had hit him hard. He saw no opening for his next move. "There is one thing fairly certain," he remarked at length, "we shall have to pull this off without assistance. Van Bleit knows we are both his enemies; we must fight openly. We can't trust this matter to other hands." "I agree with you there," Simmonds answered. "You might keep all the rogues in the Colony. It's the soft sort of billet they would tumble to promptly. And there's no possible guarantee of good faith--save their word." "Their word!" Colonel Grey repeated sourly. "Lawless passed me his word--and I accepted it." He thought for a moment. "One piece of information he gave me which may prove of service," he said, suddenly looking up. "Van Bleit carries the letters on his person--and a loaded revolver. I'm not scared of revolvers. I'd like to see this one of Van Bleit's at close range--here, in this room." "You've got a plan?" said Simmonds interrogatively. "Not much of one... It may not work. We must get him here, if possible... You must see him... Ask him to come here to treat with me... Tell him I've a new proposal to make. Then, when we've got him, we'll lock the door; and if there should be any firing, no one will be any the wiser--unless someone gets hurt." "He won't come," Simmonds answered confidently. "He's slim, is Van Bleit, and a coward--of the bullying sort. He'll scent danger." "We can but try it," Colonel Grey said. And added grimly: "If we once get him inside this room he doesn't leave it until we get those letters." Simmonds smiled drily. "If I know anything of the man," he said, "he'll not bring them with him. He may carry them around as a rule, but he isn't at all likely to march into the enemy's camp with them. You forget Denzil's in this. He will leave the letters with him." "He may do."