Yes! By God! I have it.

If I can wring them out of the old professor, or find them, I will then hide them away and secretly report the whole affair to the Viceroy, in my chosen colors as a friend of the Crown, and they'll give me a huge reward; my permanent army rank will soon follow.

So, if Justine only holds to my alibi, by God! I will marry her, for she would be a badge of respectability.

I'll take no more chances after this--not another single chance! I've got money enough to satisfy Jack Blunt.

He shall secretly sell the jewels for me--a small lot, here and there, a few at a time." "There is just one frightful risk to run," he muttered, as he reached out for his brandy flask.