"Found whom?"
"The friends I spoke about at our last meeting—the little band that earns money by—making it."
"Oh, yes—your counterfeiters. Are they to be trusted?"
"Master, all guilty men are to be trusted. There is always protection in knowing the sins of others."
"Sometimes, Balthazar, I almost suspect you of possessing a brain. But, remember, I have told you that I shall soon be through—unless you accomplish something."
"Master, it is because I dare not risk your freedom—your life. For myself I care nothing. I live to serve you, who have been my benefactor."
"You lie, of course," remarked Owen casually. "But what of the new plan?"
"They are in Bantersville, only twelve miles from Castle Marvin. A house that has been long occupied and with no houses near."
"And they are still manufacturing coins there?"
"Yes; but they are becoming frightened. Two of the distributors have been arrested. They would be glad of a safer, a swifter method of making money."