“What is it to be?” he asked.
“A truce,” said Angel.
“I thought you would say that,” replied Spedding comfortably, “because I suppose you know——”
“Oh, yes,” said Angel with nonchalant ease, “I know that the right hand which is so carelessly reposing on your knee holds a weapon of remarkable precision.”
“You are well advised,” said the lawyer, with a slight bow.
“Of course,” said Angel, “there is a warrant in existence for your arrest.”
“Of course,” agreed Spedding politely.
“I got it as a precautionary measure,” Angel went on in his most affable manner.
“Naturally,” said the lawyer; “and now——”
“Oh, now,” said Angel, “I wanted to give you formal notice that, on behalf of Miss Kent, we intend opening the safe to-morrow.”