He has had all day to think it over.

What he may decide is simply on the knees of the gods." Roche sealed up the letter he had been writing, and handed it to Hunterleys.
"Well," he said, "I have left everything in order.

If there's any mysterious disappearance from here, it will be the mysterious disappearance of a newspaper correspondent, and nothing else." "Good luck, then, old chap!" Hunterleys wished him.

"If you pull through this time, I think our job will be done.

I'll tell them at headquarters that you deserve a year's holiday." Roche smiled a little queerly.
"Don't forget," he pointed out, "that it was you who scented out the whole plot.