"What about you, colonel?" asked Pinto meaningly. "If I may suggest it, we should pool our money and divide."
The colonel smiled.
"Don't be silly," he said tersely. "I doubt whether my balance at the bank is more than a couple of thousand pounds."
"But what about your private safe?" persisted Pinto. "A-ha! You didn't know I knew that, did you? As a matter of fact, Ferguson told me——"
"What the devil does Ferguson mean by discussing my business?" said the colonel wrathfully. "What did he tell you?"
"He told me that the package was received and that he had put it with the other in your safe."
"Package!" The colonel's voice was quiet, almost inaudible. "The package was received! When was the package received?"
"Yesterday," said Pinto. "He said it came along and he put it with the other. Now what have you got in——"
But the colonel was walking towards his bedroom with rapid strides. Presently he reappeared with his hat and coat on.
"Come with me, Crewe. We'll go down to the bank," he said. "You stay here, Pinto, and report anything that happens."