"Get your lady away all right?" his chief greeted him.
"Well away, sir," said T. B. serenely. "Out of reach of Poltavo—his agents were watching the flat—there was a burglary there the very night the book arrived."
"And the lady?"
"She is due in Jamaica in a few days."
"And now——"
T. B. told the story of the developments.
The Commissioner nodded from time to time.
"You're an ingenious young man," he said. "One of these fine days somebody will badly want your blood."
"It has often happened," T. B. granted.
He sat over a companionable cigar and a whisky and soda, talking until the hands of the clock were near on midnight; then he rose to take his leave.