"The dickens you say. What right has he—"
"He had to do it. Things are getting warm."
"He should have come himself."
"He couldn't do it. The detectives are shadowing every movement he makes. He didn't even dare to drop you a letter."
"What's the cause of the trouble?"
"Those queers in the safe."
"Then the authorities got them?"
"Yes, and they've sent down some New York detectives, who are watching everybody."
"Bah! Styles must be getting nervous."
"He told me to tell you something more. They found something else. It's about the poison powder that was used. You made some kind of a mistake—"