Of course, it’s what your friend Stewart calls the twenty-two pills that he’s after whatever they may be. If he suspects that they’re in your possession or in your charge whichever way you like to put it I’ve an uncomfortable conviction that he’ll get them from you, if he has to take your life to do it. Anyhow, you’ll never
get them to America.”
“We shall see. You seem to take it for granted I’m a perfect fool.”
“I take nothing for granted. But don’t you see for yourself that you must be a marked man? I don’t use exaggerated language, but it’s pretty those so-called pills represent a great deal to old Rothenstein, to say nothing of Mr. Stewart. The way in which they were brought to England shows that. You say yourself that those friends of Rothenstein’s looked like scoundrels; do you th
