"Sure. He knows we have it, and if he is the chap I think he is, he'll not rest until he gets it, or—something else."
"Meaning?"
"Death or imprisonment."
"He richly deserves either, or both. He made the life of my sister most unpleasant."
"By the way, major, what do you know about him? It might be handy to know something in the future if he tries to make trouble."
"Precious little."
"Oh, by the way, have you looked into that packet I took from the safe and handed you? The one addressed to your father, I take it, or to yourself."
"Haven't thought of it until now. Must take a look at it, by Jove. It may tell us a lot we want to know."
The major pulled the envelope from his pocket, and after examining the writing on it closely for a moment tore off the end of it and drew out several business-like documents.
"You'll excuse me, Strong, while I look these over, won't you?" he said.