An inspired English Cabinet Minister, travel-stained and dusty, arrives with his valet and a black dispatch-box, to foil our schemes.

Send him along, my friend.

We are not at all afraid of Mr.Simpson.Perhaps we may even ask him to join us this evening." "I fancy," Hunterleys remarked grimly, "that the Englishman who joins you this evening will find a home up on the hill here." "Or down in the morgue there," Selingman grunted, pointing down to Monaco.

"Take care, Hunterleys--take care, man.

One of us hates you.