WELL, there we sat, the three of us, in front of the tawdry fireplace, Mme. Storey and I in the two easy chairs, and the unsuspecting Mr. Larned between us in a straightbacked chair. My mistress was smoking one of the famous little cigars, and Mr. Larned waved a cigarette about while he talked.
Each recognizing a great spirit in the other, they mostly ignored me. I was quite content to look and listen.
“We strike in the spot of our own choosing,” Mr. Larned said enthusiastically; and with a high-powered automobile at hand, or as in your case a speedy motor boat, the danger of capture is almost non-existent—that is, if the affair has been properly planned. And no policeman can tell in advance where the next blow will fall.
“Just look at our record during the last few weeks. First, the cr
