All you want is three days' delay, isn't it ?" "That is what I want most just now," replied White.
"Well, then, why not place this property in the name of some friend--David Gidge, for instance--and when those men-of-war people begin to make trouble let him ask them whose factory it is they are after.

They will say yours, or your mother's, of course.

Then he'll speak up and say in that case they've come to the wrong place, since this is the property of Mr.David Gidge, while their warrant only mentions that of Mrs.Whiteway Baldwin.

It'll be a big bluff, of course, and won't work for very long, but it may puzzle 'em a bit and give the delay of proceedings that you require." "I believe you are right about keeping on with the work," replied White, thoughtfully; "though I am not so sure about the other part of your scheme.

Anyway, I must run to the house for a little talk with mother, and if you'll just set things going in the factory I shall be much obliged." "All right," agreed Cabot, "I'll shake 'em up." And he was as good as his word, for when, after an absence of more than an hour, White reappeared on the scene he found the factory in full blast, with its operatives working as they had never worked before, and Cabot Grant, the most disreputable-looking of the lot, urging them on by voice and example to still greater exertions.