"I wanted you to wake me. Come, have a nip."
"What's your name?"
"Bill Adams. Here's luck, boss."
"Say, Bill, can you hold your tongue?"
"All depends."
"Here's a sovereign," said Wyck, handing him one.
"I can hold it as tight as wax, boss."
"Then listen. I got into a bit of a mess over a girl, and there are some chaps after me. They came by the express last night, and if I'm here they'll find me."
"Then you'd better get out of here."