"But what are you going to do?" demanded Percy. "You can't go and accuse the bloke of murder."
"There are moments, little man," said Jim kindly, "when the thought that the same blood runs in our veins drives me to thoughts of suicide. Run away now, and play, and return at eleven o'clock in a dark suiting bringing an electric torch in your pocket."
He glanced at his watch: it was just on six. With luck he would have time to catch the man he wanted before he left his office. The firm of Henley Bros.--fifty pounds to ten thousand advanced on note of hand alone--kept late hours.
"And don't forget," he gave a final warning, "not a word to a soul, or I'll break your darned neck."
He penetrated the holy of holies at Messrs. Henley Bros. without difficulty. An oleaginous clerk outside informed
